LOGINThird Person's POVSybil, Thalia, and the others who remained on the outskirts of the execution ground did not approach to see what the villagers were doing to her.But just from those screams, everyone could picture the brutal scene unfolding before them.These civilians who survived the disaster believed that letting this demon live one more day on this land would prevent the restless souls of the dead from finding peace in the Moon Goddess's embrace.No one knew how much time had passed before Velda's piercing screams finally faded. Her body had been mutilated by blades and weapons; only her dirt-stained face remained recognizable.Yet she did not die immediately. She squinted her eyes, looking around as she struggled to breathe, panic still gripping her.The villagers in front of her wore terrifying expressions. Their axes, stained with pieces of flesh, rose into the air before crashing down toward her once more.The strong smell
Third Person's POVAt a few low growls from the elder werewolves, the enraged villagers gradually stepped back, though their jaws remained clenched with fury. They would wait at the Wolves' Graveyard and make Velda pay for what she had done, inflicting the cruelest punishments they could imagine in a desperate attempt to ease the grief left by their innocent loved ones.The prison cart continued to move slowly along the dried riverbed.The werewolves escorting it remained expressionless. Then, in the distance, a large formation of armored werewolves came into view, marching toward them with grim faces.Celeste frowned and immediately stepped forward to question the leader.She soon learned they were from Silver Creek, a village near the border.They had received word in advance that Velda would be brought there today, and they had come to witness the execution with their own eyes.The representative from Silver Creek was a scarred he-
Third Person's POVCeleste raised her hand and pointed toward the temple."Now lift your head and ask the Moon Goddess. Ask the Crown Prince's spirit whether he'd want you to avenge him by destroying his honor."Sybil froze in shock.She stared blankly at Celeste, tears streaming down her face once again.Reluctance weighed heavily on her heart as she said, "So the truth behind his death is going to stay buried forever? He was supposed to become the next Lycan King.""Killing Velda is only the beginning." Thalia looked at Sybil, her tone finally softening a little."The two kingdoms are locked in a political struggle. Right now, there are things we have no choice but to endure. But as long as we still have our fangs and our fighting spirit, the day for revenge will come."For now, we must first stabilize the kingdom. We can't allow the council or the army to descend into chaos. Once the nation is secure, we'll have both the time and the strength to plan our retaliation."Celeste chime
Third Person's POVAccording to the tradition of the two great werewolf tribes, she should have been brought before Lucian's tomb to be executed.As long as she could stall until they set foot on the road back to the capital, she firmly believed she still had a chance to wait for Ulrik to come and save her.But at this moment, she couldn't help but think of another cruel possibility.From the Northern Kingdom all the way to Snowdeer Town, Ulrik hadn't even dispatched a single scout."It was Zander! He was the one who gave the order!"Velda completely panicked, screaming at the top of her lungs, "I was just executing his orders! Go tell Helia to go directly to Zander! I really am just a scapegoat... I was just pushed out by them to take the fall! You've been deceived! I swear! All of you have been completely played by Zander!"Thalia pressed her lips tightly together, a mocking sneer surfacing on her face.She couldn't even be b
Third Person's POVIn this godforsaken, pitch-black place, she never dared to think deeply about whether Ulrik would actually come or not.She could no longer shift; she could only pin all her hopes on Ulrik.Every single day, she brainwashed herself: he would definitely come, he had promised to take her away.This was the only belief keeping her alive in this hell.If it weren't for this crazy hope, her mind would have shattered into madness long ago when those punishments rained down on her.Suddenly, the sound of a heavy, rusted iron door turning echoed through the darkness.Immediately after, a piercing beam of orange light shone into the cramped death cell.Velda's eyes felt a stab of sharp pain from the intense light. Her heart instantly sank. Why would anyone come at this hour?Over the past half month, those guards only came twice a day. What did it mean for them to suddenly show up now?Was Helia finally
Third Person's POV"Yes!" A fierce, ruthless glint surfaced in Eva's eyes."We should have dealt with this scum long ago. Letting her live on the land of Snowdeer Town for even one more day is torture for the soldiers of our border garrison and the ravaged civilians.""Spread the order throughout the entire camp. The execution is tomorrow; any soldier who wants to watch is free to go. This pent-up anger has been trapped in their chests for too long. Only by seeing Velda's blood spill onto the ground with their own eyes will they be able to completely wash away their humiliation."Helia closed her eyes wearily. She paused for a moment before speaking slowly again."Bring Sybil along too. Didn't she say before that she would avenge Lucian even if it cost her her life? Have her stand in the front row and watch with her eyes wide open."Eva took the order in a deep voice: "Yes, ma'am."At this moment, Thalia walked in, gently supporting H
Third Person's POVVelda stood by the bedside, the healing mark on the back of her neck swollen and red. Her mint pheromones were tinged with sour anxiety.She straightened the Bloodmoon medal on her cloak and said, "She kept muttering 'wrong'. No one knows what she's talking about."Sabrina cried
Third Person's POVHe coughed, and the scarf around his neck bounced. Adelaide turned her head, not wanting to look directly at it. The knitting was really bad. The pattern wasn't a bird or a bee—it was all wrinkled."Does he even remember who gave him that scarf?"No way. She had to find a chance
Third Person's POVAt the sound of Adelaide's name, the pheromones of those present suddenly grew chaotic.A mix of mockery, gloom, hostility, and covert delight flickered across their faces.There was Melinda, who had been seething at the insults hurled at Adelaide but had held her tongue out of d
Third Person's POVSome Lunas present had previously visited the Frostfang Pack with the intention of arranging a bond between their sons and Adelaide.After all, a union with her could secure a seat on the Royal Elder Council—why wouldn't they leap at such an opportunity?But after hearing Madison







