Third Person’s POV
Cedric had been through a lot as a rogue–chased, rejected, and beaten. Deep down, he stillcked confidence.
When he heard the Thunder Wolf Pack didn’t believe he was back, he thought they looked down on him for his past as a rogue.
So when the car reached the Thunder Wolf Pack’s border, he didn’t want to get out and shook his head at Adide from behind the window. Adide patiently said, “Don’t be scared. I’ve met your uncle before. He really misses you, and so do the others. It’s true.”
Cedric still shook his head, pointed to his throat, then to his foot, his eyes filled with sadness.
Adide took a deep breath, her cedar pheromones suddenly strong, making the wolf–head emblem on the car door tremble.
She could tell Cedric was feeling inferior.
Turning to the Thunder Wolf Pack’s guard, she noticed the faint electric patterns on his shoulder armor.
“Please announce that I, Adide of the Frostfang Pack, have brought Cedric to visit them all,” she said, her voice carrying the aura of an Alpha. The guard instinctively lowered his gaze.
The guard nced into the car but saw no one. Yet, since Alpha Adide was here, he couldn’t turn her away.
“Wait a moment, I’ll inform them,” he said.
The guard quietly approached Mallory, who had just returned from work.
Upon hearing the news, Mallory frowned. “She’s brought someone?”
“The child won’t get out of the car. I didn’t see his face, but Alpha Adide is waiting outside,” the guard reported.
Mallory was annoyed.
He knew Adide’s n–if the Thunder Wolf Pack acknowledged this child as Cedric, he could inherit the Frostfang Pack’s legacy.
But Mallory didn’t want to–no one could rece the real Cedric.
“Don’t alert the others. I’ll handle this,” Mallory said, wanting to settle the matter at the border without involving the pack.
He strode out with the pack’s Beta and saw Adide talking to someone in the car at the border.
His pheromones were icy.
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The Thunder Wolf Pack Alpha’s eldest son stood with electric patterns on his shoulder armor glowing faintly.
His vertical pupils locked onto a huddled figure in the car’s backseat, emitting chaotic, weak pheromones tinged with rust and dust.
Adide turned and saw Mallory behind her. “Mallory,” she said.
Mallory nodded, nced at the car, and saw a small hand quickly pull down the curtain.
“I know your intentions,” he said.
Mallory’s pheromones surged so intensely that Adide’s Moon Goddess ne at the back of her neck grew hot. “But the Thunder Wolf Pack won’t cooperate. There’s only one Cedric, and no one can rece him.”
His gaze swept over a–half–visible ear through the car curtain. “The Davidson family has many children. If you want one, just adopt someone who looks like him to inherit the Frostfang Pack. I hear you even found a young rogue.”
Adide had anticipated such usations, yet anger red as her wolf ws extended halfway.
She thought she’d understood their situation, but clearly, she couldn’t.
Just as she’d rushed to Redwood City upon Lance’s letter–telling herself not to hope, yet driven by an irresistible urge to confirm the truth.
So when Mallory used her again, her temper red.
She ripped open the car curtain, her cedar pheromones bursting out.
She picked up Cedric and stood before Mallory, coldly saying, “At least take a look. On the way here, Cedric was worried you’d reject him. I evenforted him, saying you wouldn’t.”
Though Mallory instinctively nced at the child in Adide’s arms, what he saw made his vertical pupils contract into a crescent shape.
He realized his prior assumptions had been way off.
Despite Cedric’s gaunt frame and sunken cheeks, his wolf eyes were unmistakably like the Thunder family’s.
His lips trembled, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and he tested the name, “Cedric?”
Tears streamed down Cedric’s face as he struggled to be put down.
Adide obliged, and Cedric gestured three ps and drew a bottle in the air.
After Cedric finishing the gesture, Mallory lowered his hands, his shoulders trembling from sobbing.
His heart ached.
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Only he and Cedric knew this <b>gesture</b><b>. </b>
A month before the <b>ident</b>, when Mallory and his mate Beatrice visited Tabitha and Cedric, Cedric showed him his homework<i>. </i>
Mallory <b>praised </b>his <b>neat </b>writing and promised him a bottle of ink if he kept doing well.
But with city affairs piling up, he forgot.
Every time he thought of it, he was filled with regret.