Chapter 44

Third Person’s POV

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Adelaide licked the blood from her lips and drank the last swallow of wine from the bag.

The distant smoke, mixed with the scent of blood, drifted from Frostbite Town, whose walls loomed in the dusk.

Her silver spear dragged a long blood streak on the ground. Her heartbeat matched the heavy rhythm of the wolf–head flag in the night wind.

This was just the beginning. Velda’s debts and the Western Tribes‘ hidden blades would all be settled here on the southern border.

Alpha Lance adjusted tactics with precision, leading the charge like a well–oiled machine, his golden–trimmed blade cutting through enemies.

The blade sliced through the Western Tribes‘ wolf warriors‘ armor, avoiding fatal spots to leave deep gashes around joints–a psychological tactic to overwhelm the enemy’s medical capacity.

This wasn’t mercy.

As a werewolf general with a decade of experience on the southern border, Lance understood. better than anyone: overwhelming the enemy’s medical capacity with casualties was more intimidating than direct kills.

When Dragon Ash warriors had to allocate a third of its forces to treat the wounded, it exposed a fatal weakness.

No general would ignore the wounded, as it would crush morale.

By nightfall, the battle ceased.

past the

picked up Adelaide’s wolf–head pendant with his

tiny crystals. “Three hundred and seventeen confirmed kills–the Warscar Training Camp should

face was caked with

her a thumbs–up.

her father’s wish

father and brothers had perished here. Even if she

Chapter 44

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painted. her cheeks a ruddy hue, like overripe

Lance was hard–pressed to recognize

strands

was torn and bloodied, with no patch of clean skin visible beneath the grime and

bathed in days and looked more disheveled

recalling the vibrant girl he used to see at the Warscar Training Camp–full of life and fire. She seemed like a

croaked, her chapped lips

hair twitched. “We’re

Adelaide said weakly, “Can’t even stand

a

head up, the ice shards

straightened her spine like a war drum being struck, leaned on her silver spear,

from behind, a bittersweet smile

her since she was

finally broke through the blockade with salted meat and moon grass

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