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Chapter 114

Third Person’s POV

At Tamara’s words, Sabrina’s heart filled with guilt. The light golden wolf hair on her ears bristled slightly from the emotional shock, and a reluctant whine rolled in her throat.

As a member of the Bloodmoon Pack’s Alpha family, her werewolf blood coursing with rage, she unconsciously extended half–inch wolf claws from her fingertips, snagging the hem of her skirt.

She soon became indignant with shame and leaped to her feet.

She bellowed, “We were all duped by Velda! We thought she’d help Alpha Ulrik earn merits, but she not only failed to aid him but also dragged him down. She got captured herself, and who knows which werewolf marked her……”

Her words carried a sharp tang of sulfuric pheromones.

Before she could finish, the sound of boot heels crushing moonstone tiles echoed from the doorway.

Velda stormed in, her entire being enveloped in a minty pheromone blizzard. Her knuckles, mid–shift from rage, revealed partial transformation.

Five cold–gleaming wolf claws tore through the air, leaving five bone–deep gashes on the doorframe.

In three strides, she was inside, her wolf claws seizing Sabrina’s collar with precision. The leather wrist guard snapped under the force, exposing scars of old battle wounds on her forearm.

ears ringing. Her nape

instinctively submit to their

neck fur bristling with fear. She whimpered like a pup whose tail had

terrifyingly stern, the cold light on her wolf claws reflecting the blood–red vertical pupils in her eyes. “One

with the smoke of battlefields, became a tangible pressure

terrified by Velda’s ferocity, tears streaming down her face, cried, “Mother,

wolf claws

armrest.

the retired Luna, her weakened wolf spirit barely mustered pale golden pheromones, flickering like

aura in her voice couldn’t even steady the flickering

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Velda, cedar pheromones spreading like melting snow, attempting

tension.

the pheromones carried evident exhaustion. The wounds on his body still showed red marks from the

hit her?” His palm hovered over Velda’s shoulder, trying to soothe her rage with Alpha

bowstrings beneath her pauldron, still bore scars from wolf

and fury. Her minty pheromones intensified. “And what if I, as the pack’s Luna,

stop the outside gossip, but in the Bloodmoon Pack, does a mere pup get to

in the bed’s corner, her wolf

she retorted with a choke, “It’s not like I made it up–it’s what

but died in her throat as Velda’s pheromones suddenly

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