Chapter 26

Adelaide’s POV

I slipped into the royal archives, shielded by Frostfang’s stealth cloak.

It masked my scent and muffled my steps, allowing me to glide through the high–security area like a wraith.

No need to search–the Bloodscar Campaign reports were neatly arranged on the upper shelf of the left oak bookcase.

I retreated to a dim corner of the archive room and, by faint light, began reviewing the dispatches one by one.

By the time I finished the last report, my blood felt frozen, and a bone–chilling dread spread through me.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring my vision.

Ulrik and Velda, as reinforcements, rushed to the Bloodscar Border and plunged into the fray.

Their inexperience on the battlefield soon became apparent.

In the first battle, my uncle lunged to save Ulrik, his left arm severed by an enemy blade–a scene so visceral, it played out before

my eyes.

My youngest uncle, ever–vibrant and dashing in my memory, fell heroically before reinforcements could arrive.

My grandfather, struck by an arrow, was left critically wounded, leaving Ulrik to command subsequent engagements.

no denying Ulrik and Velda’s

troops into the Western

fire to their arsenal, while

became the leverage that

was signed in Snowdeer did

reports made no mention of

could mean either my grandfather deliberately concealed it, or he

as the commanding officer on the battlefield,

grief and fury, replaced the documents,

Frostfang, Beata

she handed me a note from

it, I felt a chill–it confirmed

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Tribe soldiers, disguised as Dragon Ash wolves, were

Western Tribe had allied

for a moment and said to

outfit. I’ll meet Lycan

needed to see

Erasmus tomorrow.”

rest now. It’s late,” Beata

“You rest to

said, my voice slightly hoarse

the palace and requested an audience

My voice, still rough from last night’s tears,

into my pillow for hours. The pain of my family’s loss and the

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