LOGINThird 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
Third Person's POVA sinking feeling hit Christine hard, and her wolf instantly sharpened its senses.Just based on those fragments, she could already tell that the conflict between Gloria and Tamara had been ongoing, and likely flared up more than once.Her biggest fear was that those fights had been happening right up until Tamara's death."Tell me everything," she commanded. She suppressed her scent, but her eyes turned cold.Her voice was stern and uncompromising. "I need to know every single detail, big or small."The omega felt a chill run down her spine. She knew this was an Alpha-blooded she-wolf from the Ironclaw Pack, and she dared not hide anything more. She told Christine everything she knew.Christine listened quietly, systematically untangling the knotted mess of information.When the omega finished, she let out a slow breath and summarized. "So, there are three main issues."She looked up, her voice low but carrying a sharp, restrained edge."First, she put Tamara in ch
Third Person's POV"This way, the past can just be left in the past," Cynthia thought, "Bringing it up again would only hurt Gloria."Christine was genuinely reluctant to stay and deal with the mess at Bloodmoon.She wanted absolutely no part in the toxic family relationships or the old grudges.However, since Cynthia had asked her and the Bloodmoon Pack truly lacked a capable Luna to manage things, staying for a few days was the least she could do as a gesture from Ironclaw.She refused to live there, though, insisting she would commute daily between the two packs.Her scent belonged to the Ironclaw territory, and she couldn't risk leaving it immersed in another pack's scent for too long, which could cause unnecessary misunderstandings.After Cynthia left, Christine stood watch in the delivery room, observing Gloria as she finally slipped into a fitful sleep. Her face was pale, her eyelashes damp, and her wolf scent was coming in such faint, shallow waves that it was barely there. Se
Third Person's POVThrough the delivery room door, the doctor's scent and voice, though slightly husky, were forced into stability, "No massive hemorrhage. Everyone relax—Luna Gloria is stable for now."That sentence landed on everyone's ears, and squarely on Ulrik and Cynthia's chests. It meant Gloria had, by the narrowest margin, clung to life during this crisis.Cynthia's legs wouldn't stop shaking. Her fingers were pressed hard enough to leave claw marks. After a long moment, she used the corridor wall to steady herself and pushed open the delivery room door.Ulrik tried to follow, desperate to build a small protective circle of his scent around her, but Barbara blocked him.She stood firmly in the doorway, eyes lowered, her soft tone unyielding. "Luna Gloria's scent is very fragile right now. Your Alpha aura will only make her more stressed. You cannot go inside.""But I need to see her. How is she?" Ulrik was pushed back, his knuckles gripping the door frame, a low, urgent growl







