Chapter 115

Third Person's POV

Garrick's cedar pheromones exploded suddenly, his wolf-transformed knuckles gleaming silver.

He stared at Morrigan's blood-stained battle armor, recalling how she had recklessly charged for glory on the Austral Border, luring werewolf warriors into an ambush.

Now, here she was, humiliating his family in a sickroom. Old and new grievances surged in his heart.

"Enough!" His pa