Chapter 54
Velda’s POV
Adelaide’s voice was as fragile as cracking ice, “Eight months ago, Western Tribes‘ moles in our kingdom massacred the Frostfang Pack… Only the wolf guards with me at Bloodmoon Pack and a few Omegas survived.”
Low growls erupted in the tent, pheromones chaotic with shock.
The deaths of Alpha Bentley and his six sons at Silvermoon Canyon were devastating enough; the annihilation of the Frostfang Alpha family was a disaster that could cripple any pack.
No one knew why those Western Tribes moles were so crazy.
A cold smile played in my heart as I feigned horror–my wolf–head emblem gleamed coldly, a honor earned by merits.
“Adelaide, why hide the massacre of your own pack members?” I released doubt–laced mint pheromones. “What’s your motive?”
“Enough!” Lance’s icy white–musk pheromones crushed the crowd, forcing lower–ranking wolves to bow their heads. “Report the number of wolf warriors you’ve brought.”
Ulrik rubbed his swollen cheek.
Thanks to the Alpha wolf’s innate healing ability, his injuries were already clotting.
He reported, “Alpha Lance, I’ve brought ten thousand Royal Wolf Guards, ten thousand Magma Camp warriors, and fifteen thousand Ironthorn soldiers as reinforcements.”
Lance turned to Adelaide, his tone softer, “As a Silver Claw Gamma, you’ll command the Ironthorn Army. Abbot takes Magma Camp. Rest your forces outside the city tonight and reorganize tomorrow.”
“Silver Claw Gamma?” I couldn’t help but howl sharply, “On what grounds? Are you playing favorites? On the battlefield, promotions must be recognized by all. She can’t just ride on her family’s coattails and boss warriors around. How can we ask wolves who’ve bled in battle to accept that?
Lance’s pupils narrowed to silver slits, rust–colored pheromones brimming with menace.
His powerful aura swept through the tent, and the wolf in my mind curled up in fear. I couldn help but lower my head, my hands trembling with nervousness.
No one could resist Lance’s aura–not even Ulrik.
Lance’s voice thundered, “Adelaide fought in five southern border battles, slew three enemy Cammas, infiltrated alone to open city gates, and led three thousand wolves to hold off thirty thousand foes. Her merits are documented and acknowledged by Lycan Erasmus. She’s a
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My wolf ears flattened in shock–Silvermoon Fang‘ knight? Impossible!
“Slew countless enemies? I don’t believe it!”
“Your disbelief means nothing to me. Leave, Lance’s voice was ice–edged.
“But the Ironthorn Army is ours!” My claws dug into my palms. “It’s the royal guard’s elite! Handing it to her is a giveaway! She’s just a common she–wolf, pfopped up by Alpha Bentley’s old subordinates–what real skills could she have…
“What did you say?” Lance’s voice carried a dangerous howl. “You don’t agree with that?”
“I don’t!” I stood tall. How could I swallow this bitter pill?
Lance’s pheromones solidified into palpable aura. The tent’s torches flickered and died. “No dissent in my ranks. Leave now if you won’t obey.”
My wolf tail burst through my battle robe. I nearly crumpled but forced myself to stand.
Ulrik knelt hastily. “Alpha Lance, we’ll follow your lead. Our forces are yours to command upon arrival…
“Of course, they’re mine to command, Lance said coldly, “Or do you aim to overstep me?”
I dare not!” Ulrik t
at me.
I hissed, “Alpha Lance, how could you belittle us like this? We’ve earned merits at the Bloodscar Border too-*
“Who here hasn’t earned merits?” Lance’s voice shattered the tension like ice on stone.
The tent froze. I glared at Lance’s grim face, realizing I’d overstepped.
But I couldn’t let go of my indignation–how could Adelaide effortlessly claim what I’d fought
for?
Ulrik dragged me outside, pleading, “Alpha Lance, forgive her tactles.
“Obey or leave, Lance’s voice was ice.
1, seething with resentment, shot Adelaide a cold glance.
words.
I was half–dragged cutside by Ulrik. Before leaving, I added with “My humble origins leave me no room to seek justice. I’ll obey Alpha Lance’s commands.
My parting shot was for certain ears.
a wry smil.
Thoped Adelaide would lash out at me, but Adelaide just stood there, eyes red–rimmed and seemingly wronged.
