Blood oozes from where the undead was able to wound her, dripping down her arms. She has had far more severe injuries like this and had experienced death and life situations too many times than she could count. The pain is what she is used to, and she knew she had to be when she first wanted to become a huntsman.
What she isn’t used to on the other hand is the animalistic anger she could feel, leaking from Selene’s pores. It was so unlike the alpha she has come to know.
Humans could not feel extensively the pheromones a werewolf could exceed, compared to how it feels to another werewolf, but what she can see instead, is a physical depiction of it. The way Selene grits her fangs so hard that it might break, body shaking in exasperation, and eyes burning to kill.
It makes Alexandria shi
