Chapter 218

Third Person's POV

Morrigan braced her hands against the ground. Her mint-green pheromones turned sour, and the healing mark on the back of her neck itched sharply.

Her wolf cowered in her mind, ears drooping and tail curled nervously between her legs.

She shouted, "Stop! Please stop!"

As Valerica bent down, silver-blue blood seeped from her knuckles. Her cedar pheromones, laced with the chill of