apter 184


    Third Person’s POV


    The next day, Lance appeared energetic, though his eyes were a bit bloodshot.


    Adide was puzzled–how could he look so lively despite poor sleep?


    Beyond the dark circles, his face and eyes seemed radiant.


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    After talking with Cedricst night, Cedric wasn’t as scared and wary of Lance anymore. Now and then, he’d peek at Lance through the curtain.


    In his mind, Lance was like Alpha Bentley–powerful yet just.


    He only harmed enemies, not civilians, so there was no need to fear him.


    Cedric kept telling himself this and gradually began to see Lance as a figure of authority, much like his grandfather or father.


    And since Lance would be family, Cedric gradually began to trust him.


    By the time they reached Cypress Valley, Cedric had approached Lance, even letting him hold his hand while buying snacks.


    Adide was relieved to see this progress.


    And that was not all.


    Cedric now trusted Lance as much as he trusted Adide.


    During meals, he’d sit beside Lance and try to serve him food despite his weak grip.


    In his nightly notes to Adide, he pledged to be kinder to her future mate, and thus her future mate would be kinder to her.


    He’d always been a thoughtful child.


    His face gradually lit up with smiles, the shadows in his eyes fading away.


    But whenever he saw beggars on the road, he still cast sympathetic nces their way.


    He gave food to those kids beggar.


    Adide wanted to give them some spare change too, but he waved her off. He motioned that sandwiches would fill his stomach, but money might be taken by the people behind him.


    If he didn’t bring back money next time, he’d get beaten.


    Though these beggars weren’t like those he’d encountered before, he always thought this way.


    Adide felt a pang in her heart but still smiled and ruffled his hair, “Alright, Cedric.”


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    In the capital’s pce, members of the Royal Elder Council came across a document from Redwood City while going through paperwork. It was stamped with the ckthorn Pack’s seal–clearly from Alpha


    Lance.


    The council member handed it to Cyrus, who, after a quick read, dered, “<b>I’ll </b>take this <i>to </i>Lycan Erasmus.”


    In the study, after scanning the document, Lycan Erasmus mmed it on the table and burst out, “Perfect!”


    Cyrus, curious, asked, “What’s got you so excited?”


    Lycan Erasmus passed the document to Cyrus.


    After reading it, Cyrus’s face lit up with joy. “This is wonderful! The Davidson family still has an heir. The Moon Goddess must be watching over them.”


    He was so excited that he could hardly catch his breath. Having recently recovered from an illness, the excitement nearly unsteady him.


    Lycan Erasmus quickly had someone help him sit down. “Sit, please!” he urged.


    Cyrus sat down, unable to contain his emotions, tears streaming down his face.


    The moon–crown mark on his neck glowed faintly, and his pheromones carried a hint of ambergris.


    “The Frostfang Pack has suffered in silence for so long, and it’s always weighed on me. I feel a deep sense of regret for Alpha Bentley,” he choked out, his ws digging into the armrest.


    He spoke with his hardened wolf ws unconsciously digging into the armrest, “I believe you feel the same. The fact that there are still male wolves alive in the Frostfang Pack is also a blessing for Your Majesty.”


    Lycan Erasmus nodded, equally moved. Cyrus’s words stirred memories of his own visits to the Frostfang Pack and the friendships he’d forged with Adide’s brothers.


    Back in the day, when he was the son of the Lycan King and learning to manage the kingdom’s affairs, he often relied on Alpha Bentley’s guidance to avoid mistakes.


    Ever since the Frostfang Pack’s tragedy, he’s been haunted by memories.


    The past may be gone, but the bonds remain.


    And now, hearing this news, he was happier than anyone else.


    “I remember Cedric as a baby. Aire brought him for his first full moon. He was so lively and charming, <b>just </b>like his father. He had these adorable dimples when he smiled.”


    Lycan Erasmus sighed, recalling the letter’s details. “That poor child has endured so much.”


    Cyrus wiped his tears and kept muttering, “He’s alive, and that’s all what matters.”


    He <b>stood </b>up, bowed slightly, and apologized, “I just lost myposure there, Lycan Erasmus<b>.” </b>


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    “I almost did too. Can’t me you–<b>this </b>news would <b>please </b>anyone,” Lycan Erasmus said with a broad smile.


    Then, remembering something, he quickly instructed, “Beta Fabian, go to the Thunder Wolf Pack yourself or find Mallory and share this news with them. Let them share in the joy.”


    Beta Fabian, wiping his eyes, eagerly replied, “Yes, right away!”


    Beta Fabian left in high spirits, genuinely delighted.


    Aire had once helped him, and he wanted nothing more than happiness for the Frostfang Pack’s Davidson family.


    Watching Beta Fabian leave, Cyrus felt a surge of emotions.


    Despite the pile of duties awaiting him, he wasn’t keen on returning to work just yet.


    There <b>was </b>something important he feltpelled to say.