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.

and Velda’s pivotal role

into the Western

fire to their arsenal, while Velda

leverage that forced the

the treaty was signed in Snowdeer did Velda release

reports made no mention of massacres or

deliberately concealed it,

come to light, he, as

and fury, replaced the documents, and

Frostfang,

handed

it, I felt a chill–it confirmed my

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that Western Tribe soldiers, disguised as Dragon Ash wolves, were en route to the

the Western Tribe

I reflected for a moment and said to

outfit. I’ll meet Lycan

to see

Erasmus tomorrow.”

Adelaide. You should rest now. It’s late,” Beata

“You rest to

my voice slightly hoarse from recent

at the palace and requested an audience with

Majesty!” My voice, still rough from last night’s

my pillow for hours. The

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