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Cassius ignored Julius's outburst and continued to instruct the people around him, "Let the Capital Guard and the recorder come in."
"Father!" Julius turned to Publius, whose face had turned pale.
His tone was pleading, "Just let them in like this? Where will the face of our Mist Shadow Pack go?"
Publius remained silent.
The surging blood and energy that had been churning inside him had finally been suppressed, but he couldn't refute or fi
Third Person's POV"Adelaide, my child," Alpha Zander looked at her, his eyes reddening again, his voice thick with emotion."What you should be thinking about is how to get justice for the members of the Frostfangs. They died for nothing, and they died brutally. Those thousand-plus wolves—most of them were defenseless civilians and omegas. They never should have faced such a disaster.""You can give it your all to demand justice for them. As for anything else... there's no need to push yourself.""The moment you start worrying about my safety, the Frostfang massacre becomes just another bargaining chip on the table. Once it's a trade-off, you can never truly get them the justice they deserve."This was the cruelest part of politics: turning the blood of your own family into a currency for negotiation.But Adelaide shook her head firmly, an unyielding fire burning in her eyes."I'll get justice, and I'll save your life! The Fros
Third Person's POV"That was their payback," Lance's voice was as cold as ice."Think about it. First, the Western Tribe sent their legions to the Southern Border—that was strike one. Then, they captured Velda and the soldiers involved in the massacre right on the battlefield—that was strike two. And finally, they wiped out the Frostfangs. That was strike three."Alpha Zander nodded slowly. He followed Lance's logic.In the game of high-stakes politics, there is a principle of parity.Since the Western Tribe had already retaliated three times—by slaughtering a pack, marching to the border, and taking the perpetrator, Velda—the blood debt should, in theory, be settled.If the Western Tribe had done nothing after the massacre and simply sent a diplomat to protest, they would be completely on the defensive.But they chose vigilante justice. They chose war. They used their own fangs to take what they considered fai
Third Person's POVAlpha Zander sighed, leaning forward to help Adelaide up with his large, weathered hands.He gently ruffled her hair, exactly the way he used to when she was a little girl.In that moment, Adelaide's tears fell like a string of broken pearls, splashing heavily onto the floor.Zander's calloused fingers brushed them away, his voice thick with a heartache he couldn't quite hide, though it trembled as he spoke."Who's bullying you this time? Tell me..."He paused, a sad smile touching his lips. "I'm getting old, unfortunately. I can't go out and crack heads for you anymore. But then again... you're all grown up now. You're more than capable of settling your own scores."The mix of pain and pride in his voice hit Adelaide like a physical blow.She hurriedly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand."No. Stop it. I didn't come here to cry, and I definitely didn't come here to show him how weak I am," she sa
Third Person's POVUnlike the commoners, Ulrik didn't dare show his face during the day. He was terrified of being torn apart by the public's insults.He only felt safe enough to crawl out of his hole and stand guard here under the cover of darkness.He had been pacing the entrance for over an hour, wrestling with the urge to go inside and apologize to Alpha Zander.But every time his fingers brushed the heavy oak door, he flinched back like he'd been electrocuted.When Lance and Adelaide's carriage pulled up, he instinctively backed away, retreating deeper into the shadows of the corner.The urge to hide was primal; by now, he was essentially public enemy number one.He knew the so-called "glory" he'd claimed at the border was now coming back to haunt him with a vengeance.Strangely, the public backlash made him feel more at peace. It saved him from having to explain the filthy political deals he'd made.If he took the
Third Person's POVAfter the formal introductions, Alfred offered his respects to Craig, Ellen, and Anilo.Seeing his humble attitude—and the fact that he hadn't let out a single whimper while getting his tail kicked earlier—the three warriors decided to cut him some slack. He was officially part of the crew.Adelaide, however, had one more question, "You're in the Obsidian Guard. Aren't you worried about your bosses coming down on you for seeking out Paisley? Lycan Erasmus is incredibly paranoid about the Blackthorns right now."Alfred answered with a stiff, respectful bow."I don't care. If I have the skills, my career will find its footing eventually. But if I don't sharpen my edge now, even if Lycan Erasmus uses me today, I won't be able to hold that position tomorrow.""If a stronger wolf comes along and takes my spot because I was too lazy to train, that's real humiliation. I'm young; I can afford to wait."Adelaide
Third Person's POV"Twenty years?" Adelaide arched an eyebrow, genuinely struggling to reconcile that number with his messy performance. "Who was your instructor?"Alfred gave a bitter laugh, staring down at his dust-covered boots."I didn't have a formal one. When I was a kid, I just did conditioning with the Hornbeam guards. Later, I picked up a few moves from the older guys in the pack.""Then I met Zach. He taught me some real-world combat stuff. Once I became a Palace guard, it was mostly Zach giving me pointers." He paused, looking a bit embarrassed."And when I'm on duty, I usually pester the other wolves for spars... just to 'borrow' whatever they've got. It's a bit of a patchwork."Nearby, Ellen and the others couldn't help but let out low chuckles.Alfred was clearly eager to learn, but his method was like a suit made of random scraps of fabric—it covered his body, but it offered zero protection and looked a mess.







