Third Person’s POV


    Adide held Cedric’s small hand as they slowly walked out of the Frostfang Pack.


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    Cedric’s leg injury made it hard for him to walk fast. Rushing would cause him to limp and risk falling.


    Valentine turned away, tears streaming down his face. He’d endured leg–breaking pain himself—his leg, crushed by a giant bear years ago, still caused him difort. Compared to Cedric, though, he was fortunate.


    At the royal conference room, Lycan Erasmus and rissa waited.


    Erasmus’s icy pheromones filled the air. As Cedric stepped inside, the scar on the back of his neck glowed -a reaction to the Lycan King’s aura.


    Every step he took was cautious, as if fearing to disrupt the fragile peace.


    His silver–blue eyes betrayed his fear, an instinctive response to Erasmus’s power. Yet he strove to maintai his dignity.


    rissa wiped away tears and beckoned Cedric over, her rose–scented pheromones soothing.


    Cedric limped toward her, his leg aching from the journey.


    Seeing his pain, rissa’s tears fell again.


    She took his hand and had him sit beside her, gently stroking his cheek. “Oh, you’re so thin. It breaks my heart,” she said. Cedric shook his head and waved his hand, as if tofort her, signaling he hadn’t suffered too much.


    Erasmus felt a pang of sympathy. He inhaled deeply and released a faint musk pheromone to ease the


    tension.


    This pheromone had a calming effect among werewolves, reassuring lower–ranking wolves and easing


    tension.


    His voice was deep yet gentle, “Child, you’re very brave. Remember, a werewolf’s glory lies not in a perfect body, but in a resilient spirit.”


    He encouraged Cedric and gave him gifts, his gaze shifting to Adide with a mix of relief and sorrow.


    “No matter what, the Davidson family’s lineage continues. Once you’re recovered, teach him well. He can grow up to be as upright and strong as his father,” Erasmus said.


    “Yes, thank you, Lycan Erasmus,” Adide said with a bow.


    Her voice was a bit tired but still strong.


    Lycan Erasmus looked at her and said with concern, “You’ve lost weight. Take care of yourself.”


    Adide avoided his gaze and replied, “Yes, Lycan Erasmus.”


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    Lycan Erasmus nced away and asked, “Fabian told me the Thunder Wolf Pack doesn’t believe this. Have you been there?”


    Adide replied, “Not yet. I’ll take himter. Once they see Cedric, they’ll believe.”


    But Lycan Erasmus was annoyed. “Mallory should at least send someone to check. How can he just dismiss it without proof?”


    Adide suppressed her sorrow and exined, “Lycan Erasmus, I get why they’re skeptical. They saw the body and think I found a look–alike to im the Frostfang Pack’s legacy.”


    rissa added, “It’s understandable. After the Frostfang tragedy, the Thunder Wolf Pack’s old Alpha passed away, and their old Luna has been bedridden and critically ill. They can’t handle any more shocks. If this hope is false, the old Luna might not cope.”


    She held Cedric’s hand, memories of Aire flooding back, and tears streamed down her face.


    Even rissa couldn’t hold back her tears thinking of the massacre.


    After leaving the pce, Adide’s fingers brushed the faint scars on Cedric’s neck–old bites from his old days<b>, </b>still faintly pink.


    She released a cedar pheromone tofort him. As their SUV crossed the Thunder Wolf Pack’s border, ice crystals formed on the windows.


    Inside the vehicle, Cedric wrote on Adide’s palm, “Going to see my grandfather?”


    Adide nodded. “Yes, we’re heading to the Thunder Pack to see your grandfather. Don’t you miss them?”


    Cedric nodded and wrote, “Yes!” but his face showed worry.


    He sensed the Thunder Pack doubted his return and feared rejection.


    In werewolf society, his disabilities could lead to ostracism.


    Adide noticed his anxiety. “Don’t worry. Your grandfather and uncles miss you terribly. They just can’t believe you’re alive. Once they see you, they’ll be overjoyed,” she reassured him.


    Cedric leaned against Adide, trying to make a sound but failing, looking somewhat dejected.


    He worried they might reject him for being mute andme.


    He wrote on Adide’s palm, “Will they reject me?”


    Adide’s heart ached. She stroked his hair. “Silly child, they’ll be thrilled to see you. How could they reject you? Don’t think like that. They’ll be super excited.”