A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Adelaide’s POV

My wolf let out a mournful howl in my mind, its low growl shaking the candlestick into a shower of sparks.

The image of Cedric nailed to the moon altar exploded in my mind.

I remembered how he used to grab my wrist as a child. ‘

The scenes shifted in my memory, and suddenly I saw Mallory holding his shattered skull.

My hardened nails dug fiercely into my palm.

My wolf eyes contracted into vertical slits in the darkness, and my moon goddess necklace suddenly grew

hot.

“Cedric is dead,” I growled, my voice laced with a wolf’s howl, my cedar pheromones tinged with the stench of blood.

Tommy’s wolf hair on his neck bristled under the aura.

The cruel images flashed through my mind, the pain making it hard to breathe.

I didn’t want to believe this false hope…

But I immediately had my horse brought out. The road to Redwood City was too rugged for a car. I had to ride.

I had to leave for Redwood City at once.

As I took the bundle from Beata, I could feel her ears trembling violently.

Her neck mark oozed faint comforting pheromones, but she shuddered uncontrollably.

Frostfang Pack gripped their claws tightly

massacre had long faded, but the sulfur bite marks on the back of every corpse’s

back then, no

I didn’t believe it, but a spark of hope ignited

fingers absentmindedly caressing the moon

that scene. Besides the skull, there was the bloodstained clothing on

had made those clothes for him when I returned to the Frostfang Pack, preparing new outfits

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nieces and nephews.

wasn’t fully awake. I just muttered, “Beata, I’m just going to check. I know it can’t be him. I wasn’t holding out hope. But… bring me Cedric’s favorite

on the stone steps, but

to myself, my voice trailing off

brought

engraved on it. As my fingertips touched the rough wooden handle, my

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pup, and each carved letter held cedar

year.

up to see blood seeping from Beata’s

knee…” I pressed on her bleeding

duty,” she insisted, shaking her

at Valentine, Ivy, and Jessica–their eyes glistened with tears

dared to hope too much,

Ivy called out,

wolf leather pouch, wrapped a piece of apple pie in oil paper,

she always mixed herbs into

her wolf ears drooping, “Tell him the Frostfang Pack has plenty of

she meant–if it really was

my bundle and led my horse

back–everyone stood at the

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