A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 41

Adelaide’s POV

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When Alpha Lance found me, I was sharpening my silver claws with the new recruits.

His frost–kissed ears bristled with anger, and his voice had that gravelly growl unique to werewolves, “Pack up. I’m sending you back to the capital before dawn.” I gripped the rust–stained whetstone, my bandaged knuckles straining from my wolf transformation. I said, “The Frostfang Pack doesn’t have cowards. Unless you cut off my claws.” He stared at my bleeding palm for what felt like ten heartbeats, then growled hoarsely, “Don’t die too quickly,” and strode away, his mud- splattered cloak flapping behind him.

My wolf nudged me and said, “His scent is intoxicating.”

lignored it. Angela peeked out from behind a barracks post, her rose–gold earrings catching the firelight.

“Does this wolf general always behave like a savage?” she asked.

Paisley scuffed a frozen blood clod with her boot. The sulfur pheromones of the Western Tribal wolves mixed with her sigh. “After three years here, who isn’t a mess?”

True enough, the southern border had been a battleground for years.

My father had commanded here. Now it was Alpha Lance’s turn.

Halbert patted his curved blade and said, “Savages make the best fighters. It’s a good thing.”

On Christmas Eve, Frostbite Town’s gates burst open at dawn.

Waves of werewolf warriors flooded out, Western Tribes and Dragon Ash wolves in mixed armor, indistinguishable from each other.

for the first time, my

swallowed by the drums. As I charged with the transformed wolves, I

claws.”

spear pierced a werewolf warrior’s throat, the warm blood

nose.

find the enemy’s totem pole but saw golden–wolf

northern bait tactic.

fought on. From sunrise to

and bodies beneath my feet

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weary from travel and training, couldn’t

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into the town, I

gasping, “How many did you kill?” I flexed my stiff wrists, wolf- claws caked with

up ice water. “Fifty

crew passed by, pine torches

three thousand warriors. The Dragon Ash

your kills! Three hundred and seven throats slit!” His palm slapped my shoulder, pain ringing in my ears. “Every werewolf general’s saying you honor

spear. I remembered my father’s calloused hand gripping mine

the battlefield, life and death depend solely on your weapon and an unyielding

of rust. I noticed her wine–red braid snagged

echoed as Halbert snored