Third Person’s POV
Prisci frowned, not grasping the implications, but instinctively sensing this might involve power struggles–a realm not her specialty.
She recalled rumors she’d heard: Lycan Luna had supposedly invited Adide to discuss making her the New Moon Priestess<b>, </b>a role desired by Lycan Erasmus.
The idea seemed absurd. Adide had a decent family background and striking looks, but she’d already had a partner.
Yet if the rumors held truth and Lycan Erasmus favored Adide, Lance’s n to mate with her would be akin to openly challenging Lycan Erasmus–a move fraught with danger, not safety.
Prisci studied Adide, entertaining the first possibility.
She remembered advising Lance to find a mate. He’d mentioned a beloved, promising to propose upon his return.
Later, when Prisci inquired, Lance imed his beloved had bonded with someone else.
But no- if his beloved were Adide, he’d have confessed before leaving, and Aire would have known.
And Aire would never have allowed Adide to be Ulrik’s mate.
This was puzzling.
Admiring Adide’s exquisite features and graceful figure, Prisci struggled to reconcile them with Lance’s description of a she–wolf who’d savagely split someone in two.
Adide’s pheromones, carrying the pure Alpha blood of the Frostfang Pack, seemed more potent than even royal pheromones.
Prisci’s own neck mark grew warm with unease.
Recalling Adide’s conduct at Madison’s party, Prisci asked, “After the way you insulted Madison, aren’t you afraid of her retaliation?”
Adide remainedposed. “Why fear someone who’s no longer a threat?”
Prisci snorted. “You’re too young to know her schemes. She wields unseen influence, manipting from the shadows. You’ll regret crossing her.”
“If she plots in secret, we’ll confront her openly. Our actions are just. Whether she attacks openly or covertly, we have nothing to fear. It’s she who’s vulnerable–once we uncover her secrets and weaknesses, she’ll be the one to fall.”
As she spoke, Adide crushed a ss in her hand, scattering shards onto the coffee table with a nonchnt flick of her wrist.
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Prisci started, her wolf ears ttening instinctively, her body leaning forward in a subconscious show of submission.
Catching herself, she straightened and released a wave of strong musk.
“Don’t disy battle–wolf aura here. This is the pce.”
Adide acknowledged this with a nce, brushing a shard from her pleated skirt. “At the Warscar Training Camp, we have a rule–we don’t attack unless attacked. But if provoked, we retaliate fully<i>.</i><i>” </i>
Prisci stiffened, but Adide’s tone softened as she continued, “Of course, in the capital, we value reason over force. Just as you invited me here to reason, not to punish–like making me stand in the sun or p me. I might tolerate it once, but never twice.”
A cold glint entered Adide’s wolf eyes, her ws leaving faint marks on the armrest.
Prisci felt a vague unease, yet was speechless.
Every word hinted at thest summons–the subtle threats beneath Adide’s calm demeanor.
Prisci’s ws bit into her palms.
How dare she? The urge to strike her, pull her hair, and stomp on her fingers was overwhelming.
A low growl escaped her throat, her neck mark burning with fury.
Adide, observing Prisci’s flickering emotions, turned to the window, a smile ying on her lips.
She needed to intimidated this woman, to prevent any tricks.
“By the way, you had me summoned. What for?” she asked, turning back after a moment.
Prisci rolled her eyes internally. What a pretender–of course it was to change her mate.
But with the conversation derailed, she simply said, “I was bored and thought you could keep mepany.”
Adide smiled. “I’m happy to. Are you still bored? If not, join me at Madison’s?”
Prisci’s face fell. “Why on earth would I go there?”
“To visit her. Since I’ll be calling her aunt soon.”
Prisci looked at her as if she were mad. “You’d dare? There are no guests today to witnesses.”
Adide <b>sat </b>straight, her voice gentle. “That’s why today’s perfect. Too many peoplest time–no chance for a real talk. Today, just the two of us. We’ll clear the air, stop her from harassing meter. I hate trouble.”
Prisci felt the words directed at her, yet Adide’s earnestness made her doubt it.
Once Adide left the pce, Prisci immediately sent someone to tail her–to confirm whether she’d
truly head to Madison’s.