FAZER LOGINThird Person's POVAdelaide shot Tommy a look that could kill. Didn't this guy realize that for Lance, his "face" was more important than his actual life?After Caldwell made himself useful by hustling Tommy out to clear dead leaves off the grounds—mostly just to shut him up—the lead physician from Digby Medical Center, Albion, finally arrived.Albion was Dr. Digby's star pupil and the top surgeon at the center.Normally, he stayed behind hospital walls treating high-level nobles; he almost never made house calls.But with Lance getting banged up, Digby had personally dispatched him to give Lance a full-body "diagnostic overhaul" to ensure no vital components were damaged.After all, with the young leader yet to produce an heir, Dr. Digby was more stressed about Lance's health than a worried father.Priscilla and Paisley arrived back at the packhouse just as the news broke. Priscilla dropped her shopping bags and sprinted straight for the bedroom.Inside, Albion was cleaning Lance's w
Third Person's POVSeeing how hyped he was, Adelaide had no choice but to go along with it.She shook her head with a resigned smile and gave Lance a light shove on the back.Whoosh—!Lance shot off like a cannonball, blurring down the snowy slope.Ten meters, twenty meters...He carved a straight white line through the snow, the wind howling in his ears.The adrenaline rush was incredible, and for a second, he felt like a total badass. He was already planning his big finish—digging in his heels and palms to come to a stylish halt, then looking back to give Adelaide his best "I told you so" grin. Then, things went sideways.He didn't realize that beneath the smooth white powder lay a hidden drop-off—a steep, concave depression.The blinding white snow acted like perfect camouflage, hiding the sudden change in terrain until it was too late.He was moving way too fast. His weight shifted forward, and the momentum sent him airborne. He didn't just slide; he launched into space and slamme
Third Person's POVThinking of Eugene's rave reviews about the view from Yellowstone Mountain after a snowfall, Lance decided to push forward.He turned to Adelaide and said, "The road ahead is getting pretty rough. If you're tired or the cold is getting to you, just say the word. I'll carry you.""I'm not that fragile, Lance. Don't forget I'm a Gamma."With their fingers locked together, they began their ascent to the summit.The snow was already past their ankles, and the narrow trail was choked with dried, thorny vines that acted like natural barbed wire.A few times, the jagged thorns snagged on Lance's expensive cashmere coat.Lance awkwardly untangled a vine, caught Adelaide's half-smirking expression, and quickly tried to save face."Nobody really comes up here, so the path is a bit of a mess. But trust me, Eugene said the view from the top is absolutely mind-blowing.""Mhm, I believe you."Adelaide offered a bright smile, her cheeks flushed a vibrant red from the biting wind,
Third Person's POVOnce the dust had finally settled on the arrangements, Lance decided it was high time for a celebration.He wasn't in the mood for some rowdy pack-wide rager; he just wanted a little peace and quiet with Adelaide.With a rare day off tomorrow and the New Year just around the corner, he leaned in and whispered in Adelaide's ear, "Let's do lunch at Skyview Tower tomorrow—something high-end—and then head up to Yellowstone Mountain for the view. I've been dying to take you there."Adelaide arched an eyebrow. "You sure about Yellowstone Mountain?""Absolutely," Lance replied, his excitement palpable. "Eugene swore to me it's one of those 'see it before he dies' kind of places.""Fair enough.Adelaide nodded. He was so hyped up it was hard to say no, and honestly, after the heavy cloud of recent events, maybe getting blasted by some mountain wind in the middle of nowhere was exactly what they needed to clear their heads.The next morning, the young Alpha couple got ready
Third Person's POVAdelaide looked like she'd just been snapped out of a trance, a flicker of perfect, calculated confusion crossing her face.But the act only lasted a heartbeat.She quickly smoothed her expression and stepped into the center of the grand hall.She gave a respectful, formal wolf salute."Lycan Erasmus, I'm just a rank-and-file she-wolf. I don't have any profound insights to offer."She lifted her chin, her eyes clear."But as a she-wolf who's been famously rejected by an Alpha, I think I can speak to how that actually feels. I don't suppose you distinguished Alphas would be interested in hearing that side of the story?"Oh, hell. She was going there—straight for the gossip everyone in the room already knew by heart.The mention of her high-profile rejection made every ear in the room perk up.The aggressive, testosterone-heavy shouting died down instantly.Even the wolves who respected her felt a twinge of sympathy; she was about to rip her own scars open for the pub
Third Person's POVUlrik sent a messenger to fetch his sister, Sabrina, so she could see their mother one last time.She flat-out refused. She hadn't even shown up for Tamara's funeral, claiming the whole affair was "bad luck."With the public currently tearing the Bloodmoon Pack apart, the last thing she wanted was to be associated with them and risk her standing in her social circles.Now, the only person left by Rosemary's side was the ever-loyal Sandra.Death and despair had become a dual curse, tightening around her heart like a physical lock.The night of the Moon Goddess Grace Festival—traditionally a time for families to gather for a celebratory roast—found Rosemary bedridden and fading.She reached out a skeletal hand, clutching Sandra's arm, and begged through tears, "Sandra... go get Adelaide. Tell her to come. I have things to say to her."Sandra sighed, her voice heavy. "Luna Adelaide isn't coming.""Tell her I was wrong... I was truly wrong."Rosemary's eyes were glassy







