LOGINThird Person's POVAdelaide swept her eyes over Raven and the black-clad mercenaries standing behind him.At last, the mysterious army Lance had been tracking for so long had finally shown itself.The wolf inside her let out a low growl, and the paw gripping Germain's throat tightened once more.A soft, ominous crack came from his neck.Yet Adelaide's voice was eerily calm."That's a good story. Too bad I don't believe a word of it."She didn't demand Wendy and Rachel's release first.At the negotiating table, whoever mentioned the hostages first was the one showing their hand.Wendy and Rachel understood this as well.They exchanged a glance, then lifted their chins in unison, deliberately pressing their throats closer to the blades."Don't use us to threaten Gamma Adelaide."Wendy stared at the soldier holding her, her voice firm and unwavering."If you're going to kill us, then do it now."
Third Person's POVGamma's presence exploded outward, and the mercenaries closest to her didnt even have time to react before she crashed into them, crushing their breastbones and sending them flying backward, blood spilling from their mouths.Adelaide didn't stop.Her forepaw slammed down on a soldier's shoulder, sharp claws piercing flesh and pinning him to the ground. She whipped her head around, sank her fangs into another man's arm, and with a sickening crack of bone, flung him aside.The remaining mercenaries roared and charged at her.Adelaide's hind legs tensed, and a second later, she shot into the crowd like a bolt of lightning.Her claws tore through chests, her fangs sank into throats, and her thick wolf tail swept through the crowd with terrifying force, knocking several enemies to the ground.Within seconds, the air was thick with the scent of blood.She hurriedly looked back at Paisley in Alistair's arms.Paisley's clothes were disheveled, her eyes unfocused, and the st
Third Person's POVDozens of sharp claws lunged at him from every direction, but Alistair didn't give an inch.He slammed his shoulder into one attacker, sending them sprawling, then spun and seized another by the throat. Using them as a shield, he shoved through the others and forced his way forward.Razor-sharp claws raked across his arms and back, tearing open bloody wounds, but Alistair didn't seem to feel the pain. He stubbornly guarded the front of the tent, fighting his way through the attackers and clearing a path for Wendy and Rachel.But just as the two reached for the tent flap, a pair of hands—no one knew whose—shot out from behind, wrapped around their waists, and violently flung them away.***Inside the tent, Solution 109 was coursing through Paisley's bloodstream, its toxic effects spreading rapidly through her body. She was barely conscious, only vaguely aware of a suffocating, oppressive presence closing in on h
Third Person's POVHe looked up warily, only to see a slender she-wolf standing among the branches, her entire body tense, staring anxiously at the camp ahead.Perhaps because the night was too dark to see clearly, she did not dare to charge in alone.He sniffed, thinking, this scent of pheromones... why does it smell so much like Wendy?Alistair's heart suddenly sank.Wendy was supposed to stay in the capital to protect Adelaide.Could it be... the she-wolf being escorted by those soldiers is actually Adelaide?!A chill shot up his spine to the top of his head, and Alistair became extremely tense.He quickly counted the number of people in the tents ahead in his mind, while keeping his eyes on the approaching group.From the soundless footsteps as they landed, he could tell these were all top-tier mercenaries!The two groups together had more than one hundred wolf soldiers!!If the one captured was really
Third Person's POVHe stroked the soft mane of the horse beneath him, praising it silently in his heart:This horse looked old and worn out, yet its speed was unexpectedly fast. It had carried him all the way from the Shadow Mountains to Silver Valley County, the closest place to the capital, without needing to stop for rest or to graze even once.If he continued forward for a little over an hour, he estimated he would reach the downtown area of Silver Valley County.The little tune Arista hummed became even more cheerful.The capital was bustling and lively, filled with countless aged wines. He could also visit Adelaide and freeload off the Black Thorn Wolf Pack for a while. Just thinking about such days filled him with immense joy.Arista had no intention of staying at a hotel in the city. He planned to camp in a comfortable, sheltered spot somewhere in the outskirts of Silver Valley County.He casually unfolded the tent he carried
Third Person's POVValerie's eyes turned red with worry."But nobody can say with absolute certainty that Paisley is even in that convoy," she rattled off.Every second lost was a second Germain gained. Adelaide forced herself to think—fast.Her horse was a champion thoroughbred, fleet as the wind, and she knew she could catch up to Germain's convoy.As long as Paisley hadn't been taken too far from New York's outer limits, she wouldn't be in immediate danger. What truly terrified Adelaide was the thought of Germain spiriting Paisley out of the city entirely.She turned to Tessa and ordered sharply, "Ride back. Find Ellen. Have him lead the Capital Guard to search every building in the city!"After that, go to the Blackthorn Pack and find Avery. I want a squad of his toughest fighters on the road after me. I'll leave clear markers along the way!"She didn't wait for a reply. The whip cracked against her horse's flank, and
Third Person's POVGenevieve knew Sibyl rarely concerned herself with external matters and was largely unaware of the Bloodmoon Pack's circumstances.Not wanting to trouble her with too much information, Genevieve said, "Regardless of Christine's intentions, returning the pension an
Third Person's POVEugene's back wound probably split open again. Before they arrived, he was truly risking his life.They climbed up the mountain, down the mountain, and split into teams to cross the grassland.The wind on the grassland was strong, dispersing the stuffy heat
Third Person's POVGloria spoke through tears, her honeysuckle pheromones swirling into a sharp vortex.She stepped closer, her damp skirt brushing Eugene's boots. "I don't care. What reputation do I have left? You must have heard about the Bloodmoon Pack—I joined a terrible p
Third Person's POVShe heaved a deep sigh and said, "You probably heard about your ex-mate while in the Southern Border, but I need to talk to you about it. Your father died heroically in battle. I know how hard it is to lose a mate.""But I have you and your sister; there's always







