A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 44

Third Person’s POV

+8 Pearls

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.

drums fell silent, crows flew past the battlements with the

picked up Adelaide’s wolf–head pendant with his

tiny crystals. “Three hundred and seventeen confirmed

face was caked

gave her a thumbs–up. “Another fine

for merit–it was her father’s wish to reclaim the southern border that

brothers had perished here. Even if she was

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wind had painted.

hard–pressed to recognize the

dried blood from the battlefield, strands sticking together or pointing every which way- even a bird’s nest looked

with no patch of clean skin visible beneath the

in days and looked more disheveled than

see at the Warscar Training Camp–full of life and fire. She seemed like

croaked, her chapped lips parting to utter

“We’re all

Adelaide said weakly, “Can’t

molten fire in his eyes. “Listen, Adelaide Davidson–since the founding of our werewolf kingdom, no general has achieved such a record in their first battle. Not even your father, who killed a mere

head up, the

a war drum being struck, leaned on her silver spear,

Lance watched from behind, a bittersweet smile playing on

had known her since she was

blockade with salted meat and moon grass wine, Alpha Lance ordered