A Female Alpha’s Revenge
Her wolf claws slightly spread behind her, ready for combat.
"Velda, you fool!"
Gloria roared, her voice trembling with a wolf's howl and sulfurous pheromones. "Do you think covering your face hides your shame? The Bloodmoon Pack has become the capital's laughing stock, no, worse—a universally despised target, all thanks to you!"
Velda halted her practice and pressed the longsword to Gloria's throat.
The quivering blade, cold and gleaming, mirrored her frigid eyes.
Her eyes, slit-like in the moonlight, exuded cedar authority, forcing the surrounding guards to retreat.
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