Third Person’s POV
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Adide licked the blood from her lips and drank thest swallow of wine from the bag.
The distant smoke, mixed with the scent of blood, drifted from Frostbite Town, whose walls loomed in the dusk.
Her silver spear dragged a long blood streak on the ground. Her heartbeat matched the heavy rhythm of the wolf–head g in the night wind.
This was just the beginning. Velda’s debts and the Western Tribes‘ hidden des would all be settled here on the southern border.
Alpha Lance adjusted tactics with precision, leading the charge like a well–oiled machine, his golden–trimmed de cutting through enemies.
The de sliced through the Western Tribes‘ wolf warriors‘ armor, avoiding fatal spots to leave deep gashes around joints–a psychological tactic to overwhelm the enemy’s medical capacity.
This wasn’t mercy.
<b>As </b><b>a </b>werewolf general with a decade of experience on the southern border, Lance understood. better than anyone: overwhelming the enemy’s medical capacity with casualties was more intimidating than direct kills.
When Dragon Ash warriors had to allocate a third of its forces to treat the wounded, it exposed a fatal weakness.
No general would ignore the wounded, as it would crush morale.
By nightfall, the battle ceased.
As drums fell silent, crows flew past the battlements with the setting sun.
Alpha Lance picked up Adide’s wolf–head pendant with his de,
Blood droplets on the de froze into tiny crystals. “Three hundred and seventeen confirmed kills–the Warscar Training Camp should erect a statue for you,” he said.
Adide’s face was caked with blood and grime.
Alpha Lance gave her a thumbs<b>–</b>up. “Another fine showing!”
Though she cared little for merit–it was her father’s wish to reim the southern border that drove <b>her</b><b>. </b>
Her father and brothers had perished here. Even if she was the sole survivor of her family, she <b>would </b>fulf
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Alpha Lance gazed at Adide’s weather–beaten face. When she’d arrived, the wind had painted. her cheeks a ruddy hue, like overripe fruit, but her beauty had been undeniable.
Now, Lance was hard–pressed to recognize the woman before him.
Her hair was a disheveled mess, clotted with dried blood from the battlefield, strands sticking together or pointing every which way- even a bird’s nest looked more presentable.
Her armor was torn and bloodied, with no patch of clean skin visible beneath the grime and mud.
She hadn’t bathed in days and looked more disheveled than a street beggar.
“How are you?” Lance asked, recalling the vibrant girl he used to see at the Warscar Training Camp–full of life and fire. She seemed like apletely different person now.
“Hungry!” Adide croaked, her chapped lips parting to utter a single word.
Lance’s facial hair twitched. “We’re all hungry. Bear with it.”
“Exhausted!” Adide said weakly, “Can’t even stand properly.”
Alpha Lance suddenly gripped her shoulders, his cold de glinting against the molten fire in his eyes. “Listen, Adide Davidson–since the founding of our werewolf kingdom, no general has achieved such a record in their first battle. Not even your father, who killed a mere one hundred and twenty. You’ve done remarkably well. So, hold your head high and walk out with pride.”
At his words, Adide snapped her head up, the ice shards on her ears scattering like broken. crystals.
Despite her left leg trembling from a tendon injury, she straightened her spine like a war drum being struck, leaned on her silver spear, and strode out, her bloodied cloak trailing behind. Each step left crimson w marks in the snow.
Alpha Lance watched from behind, a bittersweet smile ying on his lips..
He had known her since she was little, once imagining<b>… </b>
That night, when the supply convoy finally broke through the blockade with salted meat and moon grass wine, Alpha Lance ordered a bonfire in the camp.
Though modest, it was a full meal for the troops.
Later, Lance convened a meeting with all Silver w Gamma and higher–ranking wolf officers.
Adide hobbled to the meeting on her silver spear like <b>a </b>crutch.
<b>Inside</b>, the officers regarded her with admiration.
Alpha Lance had called them to strategize the next battle.
storm the city.”
The tent erupted in dissent- a direct assault with current forces would be suicidal.
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Only Adide remained calm. She poked a fragment of the Dragon Ash Kingdom’s war g with her spear tip. “A feigned attack, perhaps?” she suggested.
Alpha Lance’s gaze locked onto hers. “Continue.”
“After the first feint to draw their fire, a second to exhaust their molten–shot crossbows. Then, she traced three arcs on the map, “when they think we’re ying games, the third feint bes the real assault.
An eerie silence fell, broken only by snowkes tapping the tent.
Alpha Lance roared withughter, embracing Adide in a bear hug. “A born tactician! I can’t wait to see you and Ulrik fight side by side as mates!”
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