From the packhouse balcony, Emerald had a perfect view of the territory. Her mate often used it to his advantage when checking his territory.
"Viola, can you sense her? I lost her for a split second," she asked her wolf.
"She's up to no good again and—"
"Aaaahh!"
Emerald's eyes flew open instantly. She scanned the area; only a few omegas were visible, going about their chores.
Emerald's body reacted before her mind could catch up. She vaulted over the railing, shifting midair—claws extending, hair bristling, muscles coiling as she hit the ground running.
She followed Alia's scent, darting into the trees.
"Left, Em!" Viola urged.
Emerald's emerald-green eyes flashed red as she zeroed in on the scene, just one black-furred werewolf baring his fangs at a terrified Alia.
A snarl ripped from Emerald's throat.
Before she could act, a wolf lunged at Alia's head, shocking Emerald. Alia evaded just in time, but the wolf slashed her arm.
"Urgh!"
