Chapter 404

Third Person’s POV

Adelaide stood tall in a light–gray battle robe, the pack’s totem embroidered at the collar. Her boots, reinforced with iron armor, clicked against the ground. The loose sleeves flapped in the wind, accentuating her upright posture.

Yet, her features still carried a lethal aura, and her clothes were splashed with the invaders‘ dark red blood, like crimson flowers on white silk.

At the height of everyone’s shock, Emerson stepped forward.

His pheromones wavered with nerves as he tried to stay calm. “Bind them and hand them over to the police station.”

“Call a doctor! Quickly!”

Rosemary rushed over, her blood–stained hair gleaming dully under the light.

She supported the pale Ulrik, her pheromones sharp with terror. “Where are you hurt? Where?” she fretted.

Ulrik’s eyes were bloodshot. Though his wounds were mostly superficial, the wolfsbane–laced cuts caused excruciating pain.

His cedar pheromones mixed with the sulfurous stench of agony, his breathing heavy and labored.

When Velda used him as a shield, he had braced for death.

But Adelaide arrived just in time.

A whirlwind of emotions hit him–relief from his brush with death, and anguish from destiny’s cruel

twists.

Dragging his bleeding leg forward, his wolf eyes gleamed with an ethereal blue light. “You came to rescue me. How could you? You still care about the Bloodmoon Pack’s safety, and about me, don’t you?”

the dim light. She glanced at

tundra. “As the Ironthorn Army’s deputy commander, isn’t

“You do care about me. You’re just still angry about

His cedar pheromones surged.

The moonstone pendant at her neck

at city hall. Once these invaders

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the wolf–head dagger

“Yes, Luna Adelaide!”

title, a reminder to Ulrik of her status and a

face drained of color. Snow–pine pheromones escaped his

fluffed up–a werewolf’s instinctive

Emerson tie up the invaders and heard a crowd

Police must

wanting

she stepped over the threshold, she heard Emerson exclaim, “Velda, what

a wolf

face, blending with her

dares to

power, ringing painfully in

“You’re mad!” Emerson fumed.

already captured. We need to interrogate them at the police station to find

met Adelaide’s gaze, her

“A she–wolf who left the Bloodmoon Pack and dissolved your

face. “You think they’re

expression flickered, her

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