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The scene at the Frostfang Pack was a stark contrast to the Bloodmoon Pack’s. Beta Valentine of the Frostfang Pack led Beata and others in pursuit of the returning troops.
Their faces were etched with joy and excitement, so much so that tears streamed down their cheeks.
Alpha Adide returned with honors, bringing back memorial ques for Alpha Bentley and her brothers from the southern border.
Though the Frostfang Pack’s altar already housed ques for the fallen, these battle–retrieved ones carried profound significance.
The pack believed the spirits of the departed would cling to these ques, returning triumphantly to the capital.
Beata was the most ted, yet also the most tearful.
She ran swiftly alongside the procession, shouting, “Alpha Adide<i>…” </i>
Adide nced at her with a mix of amusement and pity.
Lance and Adide sat side by side in the carriage. Lance<i>, </i>observing Beata, mused, “Her name’s Beata, right?”
“You remember her?” Adide asked, surprised.
“Of course. I recall a year at the Warscar Training Camp when she was picking apples from a tree. She fell off in a fright upon seeing Craig and me,” Lance said with a faint smile.
Adide was taken aback. “You’ve been to the Warscar Training Camp?”
“Every year before heading to the southern border,” Lance replied softly. The June sunlight flickered in his eyes before dimming. “But no more after that.” 1
“I never knew. Never saw you there either,” Adide said, puzzled.
She looked at him in surprise and couldn’t help asking, “Why do you go to the Warscar Training Camp every year?”
“I travel around and learn from your teachers while I’m at it. It’s not strange that you’ve never seen me. I alwayse and go in a hurry, so naturally we miss each other,” Lance exined.
Adide was amazed inwardly. So Lance used to go to the Warscar Training Camp every year.
They had known each other since childhood. Why didn’t hee to chat with her?
After the victory parade, royal staff guided the invited guests to the pce banquet.
<b>12:58 </b>am
The guest list was strict; not everyone was included.
Ulrik was on it, but Velda wasn’t.
In the past, Velda would have demanded an exnation.
Now, after the southern border ordeal, her spirit was broken.
When she realized she wasn’t on the list, she quietly turned and left.
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At the banquet, royalty and council members mingled. The former Lycan Luna rissa sent rare wine to celebrate.
She also asked Adide to see her after the banquet.
Ever since Adide became the Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack, she hadn’t seen Lycan Luna rissa.
First, she was trapped within the Bloodmoon Pack, needing to care for the ailing Rosemary. Second, she understood the mindset of the Bloodmoon members–they all coveted royal positions.
Thus, to avoid unnecessaryplications, she avoided meeting Lycan Luna rissa.
The banquet was filled with ttery and empty words, which was rather tedious.
Most of the praise was directed at Alpha Lance, who hadmanded the southern border battlefield and earned merits.
Amidst thepliments, Adide also became a focal point.
Everyone praised her for having Alpha Bentley’s spirit and for performing as valiantly as seasoned generals on the battlefield.
A council member, tipsy, jestingly asked Ulrik, “Seeing Adide’s glory, do you regret your choices?”
The lighthearted remark froze Ulrik.
He slowly turned to Adide, his eyesplex and inscrutable. He wanted to speak but held back.
He deeply regretted his choices, yet he dared not voice it.
After all, he’d asked Lycan Erasmus himself to bond with Velda. No matter his regrets, he had to keep them buried.
His hesitant expression didn’t go unnoticed.
The guests grew curious–could he truly regret his decision?
The once–lively atmosphere turned awkward.
Adide remainedposed, but inside, she disapproved of the inappropriate question.
<b>12:58 </b>am
She felt that person was truly intoxicated. How could he ask such a question in this setting?
No matter the asion, it is inappropriate to ask such a question.
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Lance quickly shifted the focus, thanking everyone for the supplies, his gaze coldly sweeping over Lycan Gamma Elias.
Elias, now nervous, forced a smile and stood up. “It was our duty,” he said.
Elias was inwardly furious. “He was usually quite normal, but after a few drinks, he started talking nonsense. I’ll give him a good scolding tomorrow.”