Third Person's POVIf Solanke knew Velda was still alive and well, he'd likely be furious.Speculations about her within Alpha Lance's pack never ceased, sometimes even in her presence.At first, Velda would lash out, insisting she hadn't been dishonored—that she'd merely been beaten and scarred.But gradually, she stopped explaining; it was futile.Adding to her woes was Ulrik's cold-shoulder treatment, which left her exhausted from trying to justify herself.However, she confronted Adelaide with a mocking tone, "I hear you reached the mountain but didn't rescue me. You relish my suffering, don't you? I won't die easily. I'll live better than any of you."Adelaide responded with a faint smirk, "You're wrong. I could easily kill you. I could drag you up the mountain at night and throw you off a cliff. Wild dogs would devour you, leaving no trace."Velda's face twitched."Or perhaps poison your water, leaving you in agony," Adelaide continued.Velda swung at her. "You dare?"Adelaide c
Third Person's POVThe announcement left the Bloodmoon Pack stunned, as if struck by lightning.They couldn't believe that Velda, who had led reinforcements into battle in the harsh cold, wasn't even mentioned in the list—no merit, no consolation prize.Rosemary fainted on the spot.Luna Skye finally understood why she'd been confined.At Melinda's bonding ceremony, Adelaide had sent gifts, but she'd refused them, even complaining, "Adelaide's being thoughtless. How dare a banished wolf send gifts? What if it brings misfortune to Melinda?"Alpha Howell, upon learning of this, stormed to the Packhouse.His usually timid demeanor vanished; his wolf pheromones triggered a dominance display that shook the crystal chandeliers.His palm sprouted three-inch claws, leaving claw marks on Luna Skye's cheek. "That's your own sister's bloodline! Can't you feel the family totem on your neck?"Alpha Howell held no position in the royal court. His pack relied on royal subsidies.Normally, he was res
Third Person's POVVanya found the whole farce at the Bloodmoon Pack hilarious.In her view, the Bloodmoon Pack's current status was nowhere near worthy of attracting the Royal Council elders' mates.Even if Ulrik and Velda had contributed to the war efforts, there were many others who had done the same, and it was unlikely that they would be prioritized for recognition.However, if the rumors were true and the female Gamma who had consecutively captured two cities had indeed performed a great deed, then it was clear that these ladies' dismissive attitudes towards Velda indicated that the achievement had nothing to do with her.By midnight, Rosemary was suffering from severe chest pain and hastily sent for a physician.Witch Shaman Digby, although still selling her medicines, refused to visit the pack for treatment, forcing her to seek alternative healers—the Bloodmoon Pack could no longer afford a dedicated pack physician.Tamara, barely keeping her eyes open, attended to Rosemary un
Third Person's POVAdelaide thought Lance was joking. Alpha Lance was related to Lycan Erasmus and held a high status in their kingdom.Why would he need her help?She politely said, "I'll be there when you need me."Lance's gaze was profound. "I'll hold you to that. Rest now."Back in her tent, Adelaide found Angela and Paisley fast asleep.Too exhausted to undress, she lay down directly.As soon as she lay down, a wave of tiredness spread through her body, and sleepiness washed over her.She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.When she woke the next evening, she felt refreshed and energized.For werewolves with strong self-healing abilities, sleep is the best way to recover.When Adelaide woke up, she felt refreshed and full of energy.Others woke up and, without a word, began helping to clean the battlefield.News of their victory reached the capital—Alpha Lance had stabilized the southern border and reclaimed the lost towns.Lycan Erasmus and the Royal Council were delight
Third Person's POV"I went to burn the food warehouse and left you in charge of support. But you chased others on your own. Did it ever occur to you that if Western Tribes' wolves arrived while I was burning it and you failed to warn me in time, we'd all be doomed?"Ulrik's voice growled with lupine intensity, his chest seething with barely contained fury."But I succeeded," Velda said, wincing as her wound throbbed."Forget it. We'll never see eye to eye. If you don't value me, and I don't value you, arguing further will only hurt our bond. Let's just drop it," Velda said, trying to end the fight.Ulrik felt nothing but disappointment.She treated Western Tribes' civilians as ants.To her, their lives were mere stepping stones to her goals.He was unwilling to waste any more words.He turned to leave, forcing a bitter smile. "How ironic. I gave up Adelaide for you, and now I'm filled with regret."Velda gasped, her ears twitching in shock."What did you say? You regret it?"Ulrik wal
Third Person's POV"In wartime, we don't harm civilians or kill prisoners," Ulrik's silver-moss green pupils suddenly glowed red, his wolf tail trembling violently beneath his armor."This is the pact we signed with the Western Tribes. Before Bloodscar Border, I told you countless times, and you swore you'd remember."He roared in fury, veins bulging on his forehead like twisted worms."Now you tell me—what have you actually remembered? You've not only tortured prisoners but also massacred civilians. Do you even deserve to call yourself a werewolf warrior?"Velda was terrified by his ferocious expression, tears streaming down.She sobbed, "But I did sign the treaty and establish the border. Lycan Erasmus is pleased. Only a thousand or so Western Tribes' wolves died. Am I really that evil?"She wiped her tears, her voice rising in self-righteousness. "Go to Bloodscar Border and ask if they'd sacrifice themselves for peace. I bet many would."Ulrik's wolf claws burst forth, leaving deep