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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 Priscilla who’s bullying us with her power,” he spat, his fangs piercing his lower lip. Blood and themy pheromones burst forth, openly defying Lance’s cedar dominance.
Not a flicker of emotion crossed Lance’s golden–red vertical pupils. The icy cedar aura tightened abruptly. like invisible chains strangling Dwight’s throat.
Too talkative. Tommy, hit him.”
Without even looking up, Lance’s royal aura had already frozen the air. Omegas flattened their ears in terror, trembling violently.
Tommy strode in, his wrist already showing dark blue veins of beastly transformation. Wolf claws burst half–an–inch from his fingertips, rust–flavored gales slicing across Dwight’s cheek.
A crisp “smack” echoed–not just a slap, but Lance’s aura crushing Dwight through Tommy.
Dwight was sent flying into a pillar. The thorny pheromones burst like crushed berries, mixing with blood and spattering the floor.
The second slap came with Tommy’s fully transformed wolf claws. 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.
- ig. The thorny pheromones
The old Luna’s wormwood pheromones boiled with rage. She rushed to Dwight’s side, claws 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 was slammed back by Lance’s cedar dominance, stumbling three steps.
Alpha Howell, already indecisive, was how completely flustered at seeing Dwight beaten.
He was about to speak when Lance’s sudden golden–red vertical pupils pinned him in place–the surging menace in them made his nape glands tighten.
“Alpha 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…
A low growl rumbled from Lance’s throat. Cedar dominance surged, toppling a nearby dining table.
Amid the shattered bowls, his golden–red eyes locked onto Howell. “He’s already been given time. He chose to reject it.
The cedar–charged air froze like a poisoned blade, silencing everyone.
“Soulrend Pack dared to lay hands on Priscilla and accused the royal family of bullying.” Lance’s golden- red eyes contracted sharply.
Cedar pheromones laced with the Blackthorn 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 Blackthorn Pack warriors, Use their claws to trim the unruly elites for Lycan Erasmus. Reduce everythin in Soulrend Pack to fragments!”
Avery and his warriors entered, their Blackthorn 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-
blade. claw gloss–honed by years of combat into weapons sharper than any
The sounds of destruction mixed with the wolves‘ low growls. Wooden tables shattered under iron fists, porcelain was crushed to powder by beast–transformed feet, and the tearing of fabric sent Soulrend Pack members curling up, ears flattened, not daring to release even a whimper of resistance.
The old Luna unleashed intense wormwood pheromones, the Soulrend Pack’s century–old glory. Her wolf eyes, enraged and deep–green, declared, “Alpha Lance, Soulrend Pack will not be trampled by your claws!”
highest–level defensive aura. 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 vowed, then charged at a cylindrical pillar.
Naturally, she didn’t actually collide with the pillar.
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 than the surging aura.
Blackthorn warriors, as if receiving a silent command, intensified their destruction. Beast–transformed palms tore paimings to reveal gleaming wolf claws, the crunch of porcelain underfoot mingled with their low, predatory growls.
Iron–rust pheromones flooded Soulrend Pack’s territory, colliding violently with the lingering thorny scent. Timid she wolves, pheromones quivering like candle flames 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 glassy
Watching the courtyard’s ruin, her knuckles whitened from tension, claws nearly piercing her palms
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