MasukThird Person's POV
Caldwell and Tommy lay in a custom-made off-road vehicle. A thick, soft cushion was spread over them, and everyone carefully lifted Marsh on top. Tommy and Caldwell each extended an arm, firmly protecting Marsh's body.
The life-and-death adventure commenced, with the convoy setting off instantly.
Given three people were already in the car, to gain speed, the Legion werewolf doctor had to exit and switch to another vehicle.
Caldwell would signal t
Third Person's POVAs a result, the overwhelmed Princess Helia had absolutely no time to care whether Velda lived or died; she simply ordered her to be kept under strict lock and key.As for Brock Freeman, he had been executed the moment they departed the Northern Kingdom's capital. His corpse was now strung up in the town of Snowdeer for public display.By the time dusk settled in, Adelaide and Anilo had wrapped up their day's work, leaving the Royal Patrol headquarters completely exhausted.The moment she stepped out the front gates, she caught the scent of Lance's unique, steady Alpha pheromones.She looked up and immediately spotted him waiting for her with a warm smile.Lance reached out his hand, a relaxed, easy grin playing on his lips."We're off tomorrow. Why don't we go pick Cedric up, bring him back to the pack, and spend some time together?"His deep, magnetic voice instantly soothed the exhaustion from her long day
Third Person's POVFor Adelaide's sake, he didn't care in the slightest about the kind of backlash or insults he would face within the noble werewolf circles.Anilo from the Royal Patrol couldn't have been more thrilled when he heard the news.He firmly believed that after this purge, the Royal Patrol would emerge as a much more formidable fighting force.However, his joy came a bit too soon.The investigation had barely begun when several officials started protesting, claiming that the Royal Patrol's duties overlapped with those of the Capital Guard. They petitioned Lycan Erasmus to disband the unit altogether.Adelaide had long anticipated this day would come. Taking the initiative, she formally requested the King's permission to map out and distinctly divide the responsibilities of both forces.Lycan Erasmus didn't approve the request immediately. Instead, he brought up a completely unrelated matter."Luna Clarissa asked abo
Third Person's POVWanda gave a faint, breezy laugh."So what? My reputation is ten times worse than yours, and they still took me in, didn't they? Every she-wolf is blessed by the Moon Goddess; there's absolutely no need to give a damn about street gossip."Sandra stepped up from the side, offering a gentle explanation."This is Wanda. After the Glenveils investigated and cleared the truth, they officially welcomed her back."Sheila was taken aback. If she had already returned to her pack, why was she still showing up at the Independent Center?She looked at Wanda in confusion.Melinda stepped forward warmly, pulling Sheila into a comforting hug. "I'm Melinda. Welcome. This place is a home for all she-wolves who have suffered."Not knowing Melinda's noble background, Sheila asked hesitantly, "Do you live here too?""I do," Melinda said, squeezing Sheila's icy hands. "From now on, we can keep each other company."
Third Person's POV"Yes, ma'am! Let me help you pack your bags so you can hurry back." Sandra turned and stepped forward to help."Stay right there!" Wanda jumped up abruptly, her entire aura shifting. Her eyes turned sharp, radiating a heavy, oppressive presence."Don't touch my things! I'll pack them myself!" With that, she stomped quickly back to her room.Melinda tilted her head, exchanging a glance with Paisley, who signaled with her eyes for Melinda to follow her.Paisley possessed intuition far beyond that of a normal she-wolf; she immediately sensed that something was off with Wanda.Melinda stood up and followed Wanda's scent trail down the hall.The room wasn't large. A few muddy footprints remained on the floor, and two pairs of shoes were carelessly tossed about, one here and one there, as if kicked off the moment she walked in.Wanda was clutching a set of plain, simple clothes tightly against her chest. The way she cherished the fabric was a stark contrast to her usual a
Third Person's POVAfter dropping that freezing directive, Winslow turned on his heel and walked out, harshly snapping at the servants outside to get in there and clean up the broken porcelain.Rowena leaned weakly against the headboard, slowly closing her eyes.Two trails of cold tears slid silently down her wrinkled cheeks.Useless. Her son was completely and hopelessly useless.The next morning, Rowena summoned reporters from all the major press outlets in the capital and laid out the entire conspiracy for them to see.The ugly truth behind the whole mess was exposed without a single detail held back.Unsurprisingly, even these seasoned reporters, who were used to insane internal pack drama, looked completely shell-shocked.Rowena quietly watched the expressions on their faces—the skepticism, the political calculation, the cold indifference.Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I am overwhelmingly ashamed of my
Third Person's POVSabrina was nearly out of her mind with rage, her wolf teetering on the edge of a total meltdown. She let out a piercing scream."Adelaide! I will curse your name to the Moon Goddess every single night!"Adelaide and Paisley completely ignored her screaming, striding straight out without looking back.The Glenveil Pack's intel network was terrifyingly efficient. It only took one night for the entire truth to be compiled into a top-secret report sitting right on the desk.Rowena stayed up reading through the entire investigation and immediately summoned Alpha Winslow to her private sitting room.Even though her aura had thinned out with age, it still carried a heavy, intimidating weight."Tomorrow, you will kick Sabrina out of this pack and bring Wanda back. At the same time, dispatch our people to every crowded district in the capital to spread the truth and flip the public narrative protecting the Independent Cente
Third Person's POVVelda stood by the bedside, the healing mark on the back of her neck swollen and red. Her mint pheromones were tinged with sour anxiety.She straightened the Bloodmoon medal on her cloak and said, "She kept muttering 'wrong'. No one knows what she's talking about."Sabrina cried
Third Person's POVHe coughed, and the scarf around his neck bounced. Adelaide turned her head, not wanting to look directly at it. The knitting was really bad. The pattern wasn't a bird or a bee—it was all wrinkled."Does he even remember who gave him that scarf?"No way. She had to find a chance
Third Person's POVAt the sound of Adelaide's name, the pheromones of those present suddenly grew chaotic.A mix of mockery, gloom, hostility, and covert delight flickered across their faces.There was Melinda, who had been seething at the insults hurled at Adelaide but had held her tongue out of d
Third Person's POVSome Lunas present had previously visited the Frostfang Pack with the intention of arranging a bond between their sons and Adelaide.After all, a union with her could secure a seat on the Royal Elder Council—why wouldn't they leap at such an opportunity?But after hearing Madison







