The Arctic Storm

Valerica's POV

My fingertips flicked the heavy parchment right in front of Garrick’s enraged eyes, sending the master asset list dancing just out of his reach. The moment his silver-gray claws swiped through empty air, I spun on my heel. A tempest of thick, cedar-scented Alpha pheromones poured from my scent glands, washing over the council chamber and suffocating everyone.

The air rippled with