Third Person’s POV


    The soldiers were werewolves from the Western Tribes.


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    Ulrik had this gut feeling that the Western Tribes‘ wolves were out to get Velda. It probably had something to do with the shady treaty–signing at Bloodscar Border.


    He said he believed it, but deep down, he still had doubts.


    “Velda,e back!” Ulrik shouted, trying to chase after her.


    But he was stuck in the heat of battle, hacking and shing, with no chance to even nce at Velda again.


    Velda heard Ulrik’s call but kept pushing forward.


    She trusted her instincts. 2


    If these wolves were running, there had to be a reason. Maybe they were noble werewolves from the Western Tribes out for some rite of passage.


    If she caught them, she could use the same tactic that had forced Snke to sign the treaty before.


    To get ahead in this war, Velda knew brute force alone wouldn’t cut it.


    Even if she ughtered a thousand enemies, her name wouldn’t make it into Lance’s report.


    She needed a smarter y.


    “Keep chasing them. Something’s off,” Velda growled as she ran.


    Among the Western Tribes‘ wolves, a few in golden armor caught her eye.


    They looked just like the wolf she’d captured at Bloodscar Border.


    That wolf wasn’t ordinary–it had to be royalty from the Western Tribes. And it was because of him that Snke had signed the treaty.


    With such a prize within reach, there was no way Velda was letting <i>go</i>.


    Lance and Adide spotted Velda’s chase.


    They locked eyes in the fray.


    Adide saw a sh of relief in Lance’s gaze before he bolted through the crowded battlefield toward the


    rear.


    As the highest–ranking wolf in the army, Lance should’ve been at the rear strategizing.


    But Adide thought it was odd that Lance had been fighting so bravely just now, yet went back so soon after Velda was lured away.


    Adide didn’t dwell on it. She was too busy fighting.


    Half an hourter, Adide and her team were drenched in enemy blood.


    The waves of enemies were relentless, and she’d picked up a few injuries.


    The Ironthorn soldiers formed a protective ring around her, but she waved them off–she needed no shield.


    Seeing her fight so hard, the other wolves fought with renewed vigor.


    Everyone knew this was the final battle. They had to give it their all.


    Victory meant reiming the southern border.


    On the Dragon Ash Wolf Kingdom’s side, fear crept onto the warriors‘ faces.


    They’d been exiled from their homnd for years, and Lycan Erasmus had never given up on the southern border.


    After so many exhausting battles, their spirits were worn thin.


    Snke and Victor still hadn’t joined the fight. They stood high above the battlefield, watching the carnage below.


    Corpses littered the ground, and blood stained the city almost red.


    Most of the fallen were from the Western Tribes and Dragon Ash.


    Victor knew it was only a matter of time before they abandoned the southern border.


    When he’d entered Darkw Town, he’d seen through the Western Tribes‘ so–called “reinforce.” They weren’t here to fight–they were here to kill Velda.


    They had no will to win and no intention of sharing the southern border with Dragon Ash Kingdom. They were here to vent their rage.


    Victor was furious.


    If not for the Western Tribes‘ interference, they might have withdrawn earlier, sparing more lives.


    He said coldly to Snke, “If you’re here to vent anger, why not massacre the city?”


    He likely knew why Snke was angry.


    He’d learned that a vige within the Western Tribes‘ territory had been massacred during the Bloodscar Border battle.


    Snke’s eyes zed with fury. “War has already brought ruin and discement to innocent wolves. If I were to massacre the city, even enemy civilians, what would separate me from a beast?”


    Victor looked at the soldiers falling one by one and shuddered.


    There was nothing he could do to alter their tactics now.


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    “I didn’t expect to hear that from you.” Victor’s face was red from the cold, his speech slightly slurred. “Your people were ughtered, yet you show mercy to the enemy’s citizens. How pathetic.


    “A truemander despises war,” Snke said.


    Snowkes began to fall. “The battle’s oue is decided. If you don’t want more losses, retreat,” Snke said.


    Victor asked, “Have you achieved your goal?”


    A cruel smile tugged at Snke’s lips. He looked at the panting messenger rushing toward them.


    “Kill her? No.” Snke said.


    Death was too easy for Velda.


    The wolf, covered in dark red blood but grinning triumphantly, reported, “We’ve captured eighteen and killed the rest.”


    Snke slowly reached out and caught a snowke.


    It melted in his palm.


    Then, as if performing a ritual, he closed his eyes for a moment, opened them sharply, and dered, “All Western Tribes‘ werewolves, withdraw from Darkw Town.”


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