LOGINThird Person's POV
Christine arrived with the Ironclaw Pack, beating the Bloodmoon Pack's group to the scene.
Upon entering, she first greeted Priscilla. Seeing Germain's family present, Christine's face paled.
This was truly embarrassing.
Led by Beata, Christine made her way to the lounge. No sooner had she entered than she apologized to Adelaide, "I'm so sorry, Luna Adelaide. Gloria's behavior was uncalled for. I offer my sincere apologies."
Adelaide waved off the apology. "You're here at the right time. Take Gloria home. I've already informed the Bloodmoon Pack, but I doubt they'll send anyone to the Blackthorn Pack. Do us a favor and take her back."
Gloria looked up with her swollen, tearful eyes.
Christine glanced at her coldly before turning back to Adelaide. "Very well. I'll take her home and apologize again later."
Approaching Gloria, Christine asked icily, "Are you leaving on your own, or shall I have you escorted out?
Third Person's POVChristine sat by the bed. Today, she had retracted her sharp aura, ensuring the room didn't feel so suffocating.At first, she said nothing. Her eyes, which had seen through the world's many masks, simply watched Gloria.Watching her frantically wipe away tears, Christine was like a patient hunter waiting for her prey to exhaust its final bit of strength.After a while, when Gloria's sobs subsided into a suppressed whimper, Christine finally spoke.Her voice wasn't heavy, but every word struck Gloria's fragile nerves with clinical precision."Gloria, look at me."She paused, then continued, without rage or shouting, as if stating a simple fact."Perhaps, in your heart, you didn't consciously plot to drive her to her death. But make no mistake—you were indeed hunting her down like prey."Gloria wanted to protest, but her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, rendering her silent.Christine gave her no room to breathe."Tamara had no money, and that is exactl
Third Person's POVThey were, after all, linked by the "alliance through the mating bond," and Christine, being from the Ironclaw Pack, usually kept her distance from the Bloodmoon's internal drama.But when it came to buying life-saving medicine, Rosemary never expected that Christine would insist on settling the bill down to the last penny, even at a moment like this.Rosemary instinctively felt a rush of humiliation. It was the shame of being exposed as weak and broke in front of others.She involuntarily clawed at the bedsheets and quickly gave Barbara a look, trying to maintain her dignity as the "former Bloodmoon Luna."There was no way she could utter the words.Barbara immediately understood and, bracing herself, spoke up, her voice thin and tentative, "Christine... could you advance us the money? We promise we will pay you back later."Christine raised an eyebrow, as if she'd heard an utterly illogical request. Her voice was calm and precise. "I rushed out the door. Why would
Third Person's POVAs an Alpha who had been managed by his mate for twenty or thirty years, Elias's first instinct when considering any issue was always his mate's perspective.This wasn't nobility; it was a deeply ingrained, conditioned reflex.If this center actually got approved, he could practically see the look on his mate's face—that "finally, someone is speaking up for us" expression.A happy mate meant fewer arguments at home, and he could enjoy a more peaceful life.Most importantly, his mate would likely volunteer for such a meaningful cause—whether it was helping out or teaching other she-wolves how to negotiate with their mates.As long as she was busy, she wouldn't constantly nitpick his harmless little flaws.Ugh. At her age, his mate had twenty sensitive days a month, especially around the full moon. Even his sneeze could be blown up into "you don't value me."The controversy in the Council quickly spiraled, hitting the streets hard.You could hear the arguments over th
Third Person's POVThe Royal Council Hall was absolute chaos that day.The long table was filled with Alphas and high-ranking officials from every major pack, the air thick with the oppressive mix of their competing scents.The moment the proposal for the Independent She-Wolf Center was read, the opposition erupted."This is outrageous!" an elderly Alpha slammed his hand on the table, his deep voice echoing off the stone walls. "If we open an organization like this, she-wolves can pack up and leave their mates and natal packs anytime they feel like it! How are we supposed to maintain the stability of the pack structure? Will mating vows and pack loyalty just become a joke?"Another official sneered, chiming in, "Exactly! This gives restless she-wolves a free pass. Who will respect the decisions of the pack leader then? They'll just run and hide in the Independent She-Wolf Center the moment they're unhappy. Is that a pack, or just a disorganized gang?"Others directly targeted Adelaide
Third Person's POVAdelaide laid out her plan. "The Independent She-Wolf Center is for any she-wolf whose mating bond has been dissolved, who has been abandoned by her mate, or who has no natal pack to go back to.""They can take on stable work there—doing commissioned embroidery for pack businesses, altering clothes, sewing small batches of garments; folding napkins and packaging gift boxes for coffee shops and restaurants; or handling the packaging, labeling, and shipping for the center's online shop.""If they can't do that, they can look after the cub classroom, prepare meals, clean the rune areas, or help manage the supply warehouse. The whole point is to give them jobs where they earn a real wage and can stand on their own two feet."She paused, then added, "And if they have no skills? That's fine. We'll arrange dedicated she-wolves to teach them—not just crafts and basic bookkeeping, but practical skills like how to rent an apartment and open bank accounts in the city. Even for
Third Person's POVIsaiah roared, "Isn't your own life important? How long can you last without Danzel? Do you think you can handle every chest pain you get now?""Stop arguing!" Ulrik raised his tear-filled eyes, which were bloodshot from desperately suppressing his aura.His lips trembled slightly. "How long ago did Tamara die? Mother, are you telling me you bear no responsibility for Tamara's death and Gloria's complicated labor? Just because you are my mother, do you think you can hurt them so recklessly?"Rosemary shuddered. The old she-wolf in her chest flinched, and she quickly defended herself: "I… how did I hurt them? Adelaide did these things when she was here, too! If Adelaide could handle it, why can't they? They just suffered a little bit of grievance—"Ulrik clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. A roar of uncontrollable rage burst from his throat. His Alpha aura was on the verge of exploding. "Don't mention her! None of us has the right to mention her!"His







