Third Person’s POV
As the memorial ques came into view, every werewolf present was moved to tears<b>. </b>
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The werewolf collective consciousness was linked, and when the pack’s glory materialized as Alpha Bentley’s memorial que shimmered in the snow, every wolf’s nape nd resonated–a primal summons etched in their blood, the highest tribute to the fallen.
Lycan Erasmus stepped down from his carriage, his pine–and–amber pheromones parting the snow like an invisible force.
With a sweep of his hand, his bronze war bracelet shed with his wolf–head emblem, producing a resonant chime. The sound, carrying blessings for the victorious,pelled lower–rank wolves to kneel.
As musicians struck their guitars in unison, drummers raised their mallets to a thunderous rhythm.
Then, the guitar music started, the drummers raised their drumsticks and struck hard to the rhythm of the music. The trumpets yed a brief prelude, then the guitars and drums began to y together. The sound was as mighty as a charging army.
Everyone present was filled with excitement and passion, their eyes shining with emotion.
Each note seemed to tell the story of the hardships and glory on the battlefield.
When the final drumbeat fell, everything fell silent.
olding Alpha Bentley’s memorial que, lifted it high as he was about to enter the city, as if Alpha Bentley’s wolf soul into the city first.
walked into the city with steady steps, and others followed closely behind.
Everyone holding the memorial ques was silent, with solemn and respectful expressions on their faces.
“I return victorious with Alpha Bentley, having reimed the southern border!”
Lance’s voice,ced with a wolf howl, shook the snow from the battlements.
As Bloodscar Border’s former lieutenant, the marking on his neck–a legacy from Alpha Bentley’s final moments–glowed faintly, casting a silvery–blue radiance in the victory light.
His promation echoed through the city gates.
The crowd erupted in deafening cheers.
Lycan Erasmus approached Lance<b>, </b>gently helping him up and gazing at Alpha Bentley’s que,
His voice choked with emotion as he dered, “Rise, you are all heroes!”
Lycan Erasmus turned and slowly approached Adide.
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She stood ramrod straight, clutching her brother’s memorial que to her chest, her gaze lowered to avoid meeting Lycan Erasmus’s eyes.
“Gamma Adide,” Lycan Erasmus called softly.
“Present!” Adide responded, her voice strong.
Despite the dust and weariness from the journey, her striking beauty was evident.
Her bright eyes, like luminous pearls, caught the light.
Lycan Erasmus felt a pang of guilt.
He’d once doubted her, thinking her envious of Velda.
Yet she’d proven herself with action and unmatched skill.
She was Alpha Bentley’s daughter, with the Davidson family’s resilience and pride flowing through her veins.
“The Davidson family and you have done well!” he praised.
“Circle the city with Alpha Lance and the other Gamma que–bearers. ept the people’s apuse. You are heroes of the southern border remation, and your deeds will be forever remembered.”
Adide’s eyshes fluttered. “Yes, sir!”
Lycan Erasmus didn’t join the victory parade but returned to the pce to prepare a grand banquet.
The pce was ready to celebrate the hard–won triumph.
Ulrik and Velda trailed the procession. 2
Ulrik had spent half the journey on horseback, his temporary marking faded like snow, a reminder of the wolfsbane–induced agony he’d endured for Velda’s sins.
His hand trembled as he supported Velda, not from the cold, but from the stench of white–sage and decay emanating from her—a permanent reminder of the Western Tribes‘ interrogation.
This eternally reminded him of the price he paid for this rtionship.
Velda’s wolf ears were tucked beneath her disheveled hair. Her once–proud battle tattoos were now grotesque under her whip wounds, yet she stared defiantly at Adide’s back. Her wolf spirit howled with
regret.
A Bloodmoon Pack guard in the crowd noticed Ulrik’s injuries and voiced concern.
“Alpha Ulrik, are you hurt? <b>Is </b>it serious<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I’m fine,” Ulrik replied, casting aplicated nce at Simon nearby. “You all head back first.”
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Simon nodded. “We’ll return to the pack. You two still need to attend the pce banquet. Turning, Simon caught sight of Velda.
His face contorted with disgust. He recalled the rumors swirling these past days.
If true, the Bloodmoon Pack’s reputation was in tatters.
Fortunately, Luna Rosemary was unaware; otherwise, her temper would surely trigger a rpse of her illness.