Chapter 217

Third Person's POV

Morrigan was in a panic. Her pheromones fluctuated wildly, and a rotten scent emanated from the glands in the back of her neck.

Her pupils rapidly shifted between wolf and human, showing her unstable state.

Her fingers elongated into sharp nails that tore her clothes, yet she felt nothing.

She muttered, "I didn't do anything wrong. Those werewolves hid Occidental Tribe warriors.