Third Person’s POV


    Snke’s eyes flickered with red as if touched by a cold wind.


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    His shoulders shook slightly before rxing, as if shedding a heavy burden. “Your words hold great significance for me and the Western Tribes‘ royal family, Adide,” he said.


    A young wolf nearby, who had been holding back his emotions, suddenly covered his face and wept.


    Though he had stood with hatred and anger in his eyes, Adide’s words struck a chord, offering sce to his wounded heart and triggering an emotional outburst.


    Snke, Dominic, and Adide each bore their own irreconcble pain.


    Yet, for the greater good, they opted for a pragmatic reconciliation.


    Snke turned to Ulrik, whose face was pale as paper, and said coldly, “Want to know what your mate has done? Go to the mountain. The sights up there are the karma for their sins.”


    With that, Snke and Dominic led their wolves away.


    Adide looked at Ulrik and said calmly, “If you want to save Velda, take only your most trusted subordinates.”


    Her suggestion aimed to preserve Ulrik and Velda’s dignity.


    After all, if the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King had suffered humiliation, and the same fate befell them, it would be unspeakable.


    But Ulrik, worried that Western Tribes‘ wolves might still linger on the mountain, asked Adide if he could take her team along.


    After a moment of deep–gaz–ing at him, Adide asked, “Are you sure?”


    Ulrik felt a strange tremor in his heart as he met her gaze, as if she’d touched the most hidden corner of


    his soul.


    He countered, “Can you tell me if Velda’s vige massacre is true?”


    “You should’ve asked Snke just now,” Adide said coolly. “Or ask Velda yourself when you see her. Snke won’t kill her.”


    Ulrik couldn’t bear the thought of Veldamitting such cruelty.


    He recalled Snke’s vague words–downying the massacre but emphasizing his apology to Adide.


    If the massacre was real, then the Frostfang Pack’s ughter was indirectly Velda’s doing.


    She had killed Adide’s family, yet he had abandoned Adide for Velda.


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    The realization hit Ulrik like a tidal wave ofplex emotions, pressing down on his chest like a rock.


    His wolf howled mournfully in his mind.


    Though their mate bond had shattered, his wolf still yearned for Adide’s scent.


    He refused to believe it. Velda wouldn’t do such a thing. He had to hear it from her himself.


    Suddenly, Ulrik looked up, his eyes zing with urgency and turmoil. “Snke’s words aren’t wholly trustworthy. Gamma Adide, I want to go up the mountain with you. Let’s get to the bottom of this. If Velda admits-”


    His face contorted in horror.


    What would he do if Velda confessed?


    What could he do?


    The dead couldn’t be revived; the damage was irreversible.


    Adide fell silent, then agreed to apany him.


    Ulrik distrusted Snke and feared ambushes.


    He couldn’t fathom the extent of the prisoners‘ suffering. In his mind, it was just torture.


    He couldn’t imagine what horrors awaited them on the mountain.


    Adide, however, was all too aware. This was exactly Snke’s intention.


    Though Velda hadn’t directly killed the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King’s son, the prince, after being released, had been so humiliated and physically broken that he took his own life.


    Snke wouldn’t kill Velda easily.


    He’d mirror her cruelty, crushing her dignity and reputation.


    Whether Velda would choose suicide or endure was to be seen.


    Snke knew rescuers woulde.


    Thousands of wolves had left, but who knew how many more hid in the shadows<b>? </b>


    At least Snke was sure Ulrik would think so–he never truly understood the Western Tribes‘ style.


    Ellen, on orders, had torches lit and led the wolves forward.


    Paisley and the others followed without hesitation; they could guess what awaited them.


    After a half–hour trek up the winding mountain path, the group reached a t clearing.