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Caldwell glanced at her, somewhat hurt. "Don't say that. I'd never learned how to make one before. This was my first time."
"The back's all burned black," Paisley said, turning the rabbit doll in her hands. "Actually, the whole doll is black. You must have touched it up with paint. Did you keep repainting it?"
Caldwell said a bit embarrassedly, "It kept fading, so I had to keep repainting it. I haven't touched it up in the past two or three years, but I
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 POVSabrina covered her face and whimpered like a hurt pup as she flung herself into Rosemary's arms.Her sweet pheromones, laced with a strong aura of grievance, filled the air."Mother, Ulrik hit me!" she wailed, her golden eyes flickering with tears.Rosemary's bony hand patted he
Third Person's POVUlrik's breath was heavy in the cold air, his pheromones sharp with cedar.His wolf claws curled inside his gloves, knuckles cracking.He strode toward Velda with steady, powerful steps, each one a heavy beat on the ground, radiating undeniable authority."Come with me to the Sto
Third Person's POVAll pack Alphas could have breeders. Why had he paid such a steep price?He felt so resentful.Tonight's farce had reached Tamara, who was "convalescing," though she asked no questions.Sabrina was an ungrateful wretch. Whoever she mated would forget her kindness and only recall
Third Person's POVSibyl was initially confused by the silence. Seeing everyone's quiet demeanor and the Penelope family's reserved tone, she sensed something amiss.Sabrina, unnoticed in the hall, finally seized her chance.She hurried to Gloria, linked arms with her, and introduced her to Sibyl a







