Chapter 54

Velda’s POV

Adelaide’s voice was as fragile as cracking ice, “Eight months ago, Western Tribes‘ moles in our kingdom massacred the Frostfang Pack… Only the wolf guards with me at Bloodmoon Pack and a few Omegas survived.”

Low growls erupted in the tent, pheromones chaotic with shock.

The deaths of Alpha Bentley and his six sons at Silvermoon Canyon were devastating enough; the annihilation of the Frostfang Alpha family was a disaster that could cripple any pack.

No one knew why those Western Tribes moles were so crazy.

A cold smile played in my heart as I feigned horror–my wolf–head emblem gleamed coldly, a honor earned by merits.

“Adelaide, why hide the massacre of your own pack members?” I released doubt–laced mint pheromones. “What’s your motive?”

“Enough!” Lance’s icy white–musk pheromones crushed the crowd, forcing lower–ranking wolves to bow their heads. “Report the number of wolf warriors you’ve brought.”

Ulrik rubbed his swollen cheek.

Thanks to the Alpha wolf’s innate healing ability, his injuries were already clotting.

He reported, “Alpha Lance, I’ve brought ten thousand Royal Wolf Guards, ten thousand Magma Camp warriors, and fifteen thousand Ironthorn soldiers as reinforcements.”

turned to Adelaide, his tone softer, “As a Silver Claw Gamma, you’ll command the Ironthorn Army. Abbot

what grounds? Are you playing favorites? On the battlefield, promotions must be recognized by all. She can’t just ride on her family’s

narrowed to silver slits, rust–colored pheromones

the tent, and the wolf in my mind curled up in fear. I couldn help but lower my head, my hands

one could resist Lance’s aura–not

slew three enemy Cammas, infiltrated alone to open city gates, and led three thousand wolves to hold off thirty thousand foes. Her merits are documented and

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Chapter 54

in shock–Silvermoon

I

means nothing to me. Leave, Lance’s voice was

the Ironthorn Army is ours!” My claws dug into my palms. “It’s the royal guard’s elite! Handing it to her is a giveaway!

voice carried a

tall. How could I swallow this bitter

into palpable aura. The tent’s torches flickered and died. “No dissent in my ranks. Leave now if you

robe. I nearly crumpled but forced myself to

Lance, we’ll follow your lead. Our forces are yours

they’re mine to command, Lance said coldly, “Or

not!”

at me.

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