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?”

with frost under the dim light.

Ironthorn Army’s

voice clung to a shred of hope. “You do care about me. You’re just still angry about my mating with someone

His cedar pheromones surged.

eyebrow. The moonstone pendant at her neck

tone brooking no argument. “Emerson, you work at city hall. Once these

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brushed the wolf–head

“Yes, Luna Adelaide!”

a reminder to Ulrik of her

Snow–pine pheromones

nape hair fluffed up–a werewolf’s instinctive

up the invaders

must be

leave, not wanting to linger a second

threshold, she heard Emerson exclaim, “Velda,

Velda’s hand morphed into a wolf claw,

blending with her ice–blue wolf eyes in a

who dares to harm me must

power, ringing painfully

“You’re mad!” Emerson fumed.

to interrogate them at the police station to find out who sent them and prevent

met Adelaide’s gaze, her

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

face. “You think they’re from the Western Tribe? How

flickered,

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