Third Person’s POV
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Dwight’s chest heaved with Soulrend Pack’s signature thorny pheromones. His dark green wolf eyes. narrowed to slits with rage, betrayed his disdain for the royal family’s intimidation tactics.
“It’s Prisci who’s bullying us with her power,” he spat, his fangs piercing his <b>lower </b>lip. Blood and themy pheromones burst forth, openly defying Lance’s cedar dominance.
Not a flicker of emotion <b>crossed </b>Lance’s golden–red vertical pupils. The icy cedar aura tightened abruptly. like invisible chains strangling Dwight’s throat.
Too talkative. Tommy, hit him<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Without even looking up, Lance’s royal aura had already frozen the air. Omegas ttened their ears in terror, trembling <b>violently</b>.
Tommy strode in, his wrist already showing dark blue veins of beastly transformation. Wolf ws burst half–an–inch from his fingertips<b>, </b>rust–vored gales slicing across Dwight’s cheek.
A crisp “<b>smack</b>” echoed–not just a p, but Lance’s aura crushing Dwight through Tommy.
Dwight was sent flying into a pir. The thorny pheromones burst like crushed berries, mixing with blood and spattering the floor.
The second p came with Tommy’s fully transformed wolf ws. Steel–like nails scraped Dwight’s jaw, leaving five bloody marks.
Dwight’s face swelled instantly. His dark green wolf eyes scattered with pain and humiliation, yet he still struggled to release weak dominance.
“You’ve gone too far, Alpha Lance! he snarled, blood and broken fang were nearly extinguished. <ol><li>ig. The thorny pheromones </li></ol>
The old Luna’s wormwood pheromones boiled with rage. She rushed to Dwight’s side, ws digging blood–streaked grooves into her palms, “Lance, are you deliberately sending them to bully Soulrend Pack?”
She tried to release Luna’s soothing aura to protect Dwight but <b>was </b>mmed back by Lance’s cedar dominance, stumbling three steps.
Alpha Howell, already indecisive, was howpletely flustered at seeing Dwight beaten.
He was about to speak when Lance’s sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned him in ce–the surging menace in them made <b>his </b>nape nds tighten.
<b>“</b><b>Alpha </b>Howell, I suggest you stay out of this between Soulrend Pack and me.” Lance’s cedar aura carried a chilling warning.
“I’ve heard Melinda isn’t well. Perhaps Luna Skye should check on her.”
The aura pressed down on Howell, his wolf cars drooping involuntarily.
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Yet he still mustered his oak pheromones of reconciliation: “This must be a misunderstanding give me some time<b>… </b>
A low growl rumbled from Lance’s <b>throat</b>. Cedar dominance surged, toppling a nearby dining table.
<b>Amid </b>the shattered bowls, his golden–red eyes locked onto Howell. “He’s already been given time. He <b>chose </b>to reject it.
The cedar–charged air froze like a poisoned de, silencing everyone.
“Soulrend Pack dared toy hands on Prisci and used the royal family of bullying.” Lance’s golden- red eyes contracted sharply.
Cedar pheromonesced with the ckthorn Pack’s bloodiness swirled like a blizzard. Tommy, tell Avery
His fingertips, edged with anger, twitched toward beastliness, nails glinting coldly. “Have him bring the <b>ckthorn </b>Pack warriors, Use their ws to trim the unruly elites for Lycan Erasmus. Reduce everythin in Soulrend Pack to fragments!”
Avery and his warriors entered, their ckthorn Pack–specific iron–rust pheromones instantly flooding the space.
Though weapon–less, their beast–transformed fists were veined and knuckles shone with a dark blue wolf-
de. w gloss–honed by years ofbat into weapons sharper than any
The sounds of destruction mixed with the <b>wolves</b>‘ <b>low </b>growls. Wooden tables shattered under iron fists, porcin was crushed to powder by beast–transformed feet, and the tearing of fabric sent Soulrend Pack members curling up, ears ttened, not daring to release even a whimper of resistance.
The old Luna unleashed intense wormwood pheromones, the Soulrend Pack’s century<b>–</b>old glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, dered, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be trampled by your ws!”
highest–level defensive <b>aura</b><b>. </b>Wormwood pheromones, thorn–like,
She abruptly released the pack entangled Lance’s cedar aura.
I will activate the Soulrend Pack ancestral Luna’s guardian mark!” she <b>vowed</b>, then charged at a cylindrical <b>pir</b><b>. </b>
Naturally, she didn’t actually collide with the pir<b>. </b>
With so many pack members in the room and her slow motion, they easily intercepted her.
Clearly, she was leveraging her status as a senior to pressure Lance.
Lance’s golden–red eyes remained unmoved. His cedar pheromones suddenly retracted, the stillness before a storm–this extreme calm was more chilling <b>than </b>the surging aura.
ckthorn warriors, as if receiving a silentmand, intensified their destruction. Beast–transformed palms tore paimings to <b>reveal </b>gleaming wolf ws, the crunch of porcin underfoot mingled with their <b>low</b><b>, </b>predatory growls.
Iron–rust pheromones flooded Soulrend Pack’s territory, colliding violently with the lingering thorny scent. Timid she wolves, pheromones quivering like candle mes in the wind, screamed and fled to the
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backyard, tails tightly tucked.
After the old Luna was restrained, her wormwood pheromones spiraled out of control. Her green eyes. clouded with rage and humiliation, turned ssy
Watching the courtyard’s ruin, her knuckles whitened from tension, ws nearly piercing her palms