Third Person’s POV
Rejecting a Luna and exiling her <b>from </b>the pack isn’t trivial.
The next morning, Bloodmoon members began preparations.
<b>As </b><b>a </b>union between two packs, their bonding followed <b>formal </b>traditions, and its dissolution required the same.
Elders from both families, along with the wolf who officiated the original ceremony, must witness the rejection to confirm the
Luna’s breach of contract.
Especially for packs like Bloodmoon and Frostfang, the process couldn’t be a simple verbal deration by Alpha Ulrik.
<b>On </b>the Davidson <b>side</b><b>, </b>Alpha Bentley had <b>no </b>direct heirs.
For decades, Frostfang Alphas either died in battle or in infancy.
Bentley’s father had three sons<b>, </b>all killed in <b>war</b>.
Bentley himself had six sons and a daughter, five of whom mated and had pups.
But those pups <b>were </b>ughtered in an assassination half a year prior.
Now Frostfang’s Alpha bloodline survived only in Adide.
However, Bentley’s great–grandfather’s line had split off to form their own <b>pack</b><b>, </b>with <b>the </b><b>retired </b>Alpha joining the council <b>to </b>
manage Davidson affairs.
<b>This </b>elder had handled the aftermath when Frostfang was attacked by Western Tribe defectors.
Now Bloodmoon had summoned him for the rejection <b>and </b>exile.
The Davidsons were divided on the alliance–some sympathized with Adide, others coveted Frostfang’s former glory.
When Elder Halsey entered the council <b>hall</b>, her rage <b>was </b><b>palpable</b>.
Hepletely disregarded the fact <b>that </b>Ulrik was a wolf <b>general </b>held in high esteem by the Lycan King.
“Alpha fickleness isn’t new, but rejecting a Luna <b>days </b>after a temporary <b>mark</b>? And over a rogue she–wolf? You’ll answer to Lycan
Erasmus today<b>!</b>”
Isaiah, sensing Halsey’s sulfurced fury, released calming pheromones, “We’ve invited a seer to witness this. Justice will be
<b>served</b>.”
“Wait for Adide to speak–don’t let Bloodmoon dictate the narrative,” Halsey snapped.
Elder Halsey snapped, “No matter the <b>reason</b>, Ulrik <b>shouldn’t </b><b>have </b>treated Adide this way. She managed the <b>pack </b>and cared <b>for </b>
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Luna Rosemary while he was away fighting in the northern tribes.”
“Let’s wait until everyone’s here and discuss this calmly,” Ulrik said, his tone even.
Bloodmoon had also summoned Elder Miriam.
When informed of Ulrik’s ns, Miriam had inwardly recoiled–rejecting his Luna now, especially Frostfang’s Adide, would ruin his standing.
But she quickly rationalised–Davidson’s decline was inevitable. Frostfang’s glory faded with no heirs left.
Velda, as the first female general and favoured by Councilor rissa, had a bright future.
With her support, Ulrik would rise.
Moreover, Velda
would never settle for being a lover or breeder, Bloodmoon had to choose sides.
Adide’s alleged disrespect provided grounds for rejection.
Yet everyone <b>had </b>seen her dedication to the pack, her care for Rosemary.
Ulrik’s desire for two Lunas already broke tradition.
Ulrik’s reputation might take a hit after today.
“Where is she? Send someone to fetch her,” Rosemary snapped.
As an Omega rushed out, a guard handed Ulrik a letter from Velda.
Expecting her tofort him, he sighed–she still protected Adide, a lost cause.
He opened it in the corridor, freezing mid–stride. The letter<b>, </b>unmistakably Velda’s script, demanded seizing half of Adide’s assets, citing “legal right.”
“Keeping half is mercy–others would take it all,” it concluded.
<b>Ulrik</b><b>, </b><b>the </b>honorable Alpha, couldn’t bear seizing his ex–mate’s pre–<b>nuptial </b><b>wealth</b>.
The scandal would be ruinous.
e ruinous.
Distracted, he looked up to find Adide standing before him, silent as a ghost.
The silent approach startled <b>him </b>into releasing his grip, the letter <b>fluttering </b>to the ground.
“Don’t read that!” He snatched the letter, stuffing it into his sleeve.
Adide’s lips curled. “How ‘thoughtful‘ of Velda to ‘<b>save</b>‘ me <b>half </b>my wealth.”
“No, it’s <b>not </b>what you <b>think-</b>” Ulrik stammered, cut <b>short </b>by the signature.
Adide raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then pray tell, Alpha–will my assets be fully returned after the rejection?”
Without that letter, Ulrik would have vowed to return every penny, dence be damned.
But Velda’s demand hung over him.
Adide’s <b>smile </b>turned <b>sharp</b>. “Hesitating? So you do have greed in you.”