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.

first time, my

with the transformed wolves, I recalled my father’s notes, “In

claws.”

spear pierced a werewolf warrior’s throat, the

nose.

to find the enemy’s totem pole but saw

northern bait tactic.

on. From sunrise to

coated with dried blood, and bodies beneath my

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and training, couldn’t heal it

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into the town, I collapsed into the

I flexed my stiff wrists, wolf- claws caked with flesh, and said, “Lost count after

kicked up ice

by, pine

three thousand warriors. The

“Alpha Lance tallied your kills! Three hundred and seven throats slit!” His palm slapped

my peach–blossom spear. I remembered

and death depend solely on your weapon and

of rust. I noticed her

echoed as