Chapter 281

Third Person's POV

Valerica's whip snapped to the side, ruffling the wolf warriors' fur.

They caught the dual scent in her pheromones—the cedar of the Glacierclaw Pack and the fir of the Steelbrier soldiers, resonating in her blood.

When Lorelei snarled, the fresh rash on her neck flared up.

"Odd," Valerica mused, tapping the ledger with her wolf claws, "We're just here to reconcile accounts. Why