The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 303

Chapter 303

Third Person’s POV

After two days of freezing rain, it took over a month for various departments to settle matters,

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The disaster affected not just the capital but also the Blue Ridge State, leaving many people homeless. In royal and powerful werewolf circles, a revered old lady known as the “Incarnation of the Moon” resided.

She was Penelope Carpenter, the former Luna of the Stormridge Pack. At ninety–three, she was still healthy but seldom went out.

However, the severity of the freezing rain disaster compelled her to send her grandchildren and great- grandchildren to assess the damage.

Their reports left her unable to rest.

The next day, accompanied by several younger relatives, Penelope personally visited major packs to raise funds.

Despite her high standing and the harsh cold, she walked from door to door. Officials‘ families, moved by her efforts, donated generously, each contributing varying amounts.

These acts of kindness offered some comfort.

When Penelope arrived at the Blackthorn Pack, Adelaide greeted her and invited her in, offering hot cocoa and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

drank two cups of

a check for one hundred thousand

in surprise as she looked at Adelaide, her fingers and

she had only collected seven thousand dollars and

struggled with emotion, Priscilla spoke up, “Bring the

son’s mate and did so

abruptly,

sit,” Adelaide urged, worried

relatives were also moved to

red eyes, said, “Today at the Bloodmoon Pack, we didn’t expect them to donate. Knowing their financial strain from recent máting ceremonies, we only wanted coffee for our exhausted grandmother. But upon knocking, Velda insulted her, calling her a beggar at her age—it was humiliating! Our grandmother has never kept a penny for herself; she’s donated most of her personal

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“Hush!” Penelope sharply interrupted.

Bloodmoon Pack’s history with Adelaide, she didn’t want

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mean to. Seeing Priscilla and Luna Adelaide donate so selflessly,

that she rambled incoherently, fearing Adelaide might

old adversary and immediately flared up, exclaiming, “How dare

criticism. She endures such hardships to be called the

understand Penelope’s kindness. Ignore the ill–intentioned and focus on our

quite adept

afraid of criticism, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. I used my private savings to make a batch of cotton coats before, but it was a small help. Now with this money, I can

will follow your

clear conscience,” Penelope replied