Third Person's POV
Lycan Erasmus's white musk pheromones carried a hint of sulfur.
He glanced at the fresh battle-scar on Lance's nape and forced a smile. "This was also the intention of the former Lycan Luna and me—we wouldn't have to use the New Moon Priestess matter to prod you into proposing; otherwise, you might have waited until she found a Second Chance."
"She's in high demand now, not only as a Golden Claw Gamma but also inheriting Alpha Bentley's combat prowess. She's bold and strategic, breaking through city gates on her first battle and succeeding twice."
"Moreover, she trained at the Warscar Training Camp, where many powerful werewolves are her classmates. My dear brother, you're truly fortunate."
Lance's cedar pheromones carried a sweet pine note.
He smiled warmly and ha
