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.

past the battlements with the setting

Lance picked up Adelaide’s wolf–head pendant with

seventeen confirmed kills–the Warscar Training Camp should

caked with

her a thumbs–up. “Another

little for merit–it was her father’s wish to reclaim the

had perished here. Even if she was the sole

Chapter 44

+8 Pearls

Lance gazed at Adelaide’s weather–beaten face. When she’d arrived, the wind had painted.

hard–pressed to recognize the woman

dried blood from the battlefield, strands sticking together or

torn and bloodied, with no patch of clean

bathed in days and looked more disheveled than a street

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

lips parting to

facial hair twitched. “We’re all hungry. Bear with

weakly, “Can’t even stand

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 one hundred and twenty. You’ve done remarkably well. So, hold your

head up, the ice shards

on her silver spear, and strode out, her bloodied cloak

from behind, a

known her since

with salted meat and moon grass