<b>3/3 </b>


    Adide’s POV


    The clothes fit Cedric perfectly.


    The cyan–green satin fabric, lined with thin cotton, was suitable for spring and autumn.


    But with winter approaching, he’d need a leather jacket or a thick woolen coat over it.


    He spun on his tiptoes, his eyes sparkling with silver–blue–a color unique to the Frostfang Pack, emerging when excited.


    Staring at his reflection, he nodded vigorously.


    “Looks great, doesn’t it?” I praised.


    Kneeling down, my cedar pheromones wrapped around him warmly as my fingers grazed his now–rosy cheek, restored by moonstone medicine.


    Over time, his once–pale face had gained a healthy pink glow, and the silver–blue in his eyes was more vivid than ever.


    Cedric nodded again, spun on his toes, and to our surprise, uttered “Yes…” His voice was hoarse but clear.


    My cedar pheromones burst into a storm as I gripped his shoulders, feeling his excited shivers.


    “Cedric, is that…?<b>” </b>


    Cedric froze in disbelief. Had he really spoken? The realization hit him, and joy spread across his face.


    He opened his mouth wide, emitting “Ah… Ah…” sounds, his happiness evident.


    His silver–blue eyes widened as he tried another word, “Aunt…!”


    His cheeks flushed red, the excitement making the silver–blue in his eyes flicker like mes.


    Tears streamed down my face.


    I was hearing him call me “aunt” again.


    Doctor Digby’s musk pheromones preceded him as he entered, leaning on his wolf–head cane. His obsidian eyes scanned Cedric’s slightly red throat.


    After inspecting, he affirmed Galvin’s efforts and praised Cedric’s resilience.


    Tapping Cedric’s nose, he said, “Good boy. I thought it would take at least <b>a </b>year and a half.”


    “But you said he had to spit out toxins to speak,” I quickly asked.


    “It’s not a hard rule. Looks like most toxins are gone. The voice–rted treatments did some damage, byt/3


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    with time, he’ll <b>recover</b>.”


    Digby applied sulfur–scented ointment to Cedric’s throat. “Two years of silence made his vocal cords like rusty fangs. Some howling will fix that.”


    We exchanged relieved smiles.


    The daily wait for toxin expulsion was over.


    Digby’s medical skills were truly unpredictable.


    I bowed deeply. “Cedric should thank you, but his leg’s still healing. Once he’s better, I’ll take him to express our gratitude properly.”


    Digby smiled. “Get up. Your thanks waive the medical fee.”


    Galvin always mentioned fees, which annoyed Digby.


    Before I could object, Digby red. “What? Not listening to me?”


    “Of course I am!” I quickly said. “Then I owe you a favor?”


    “Get up. Not worth the trouble,” Digby rolled his eyes. “We need to change his medication.”


    Valentin waited nearby. I considered not fetching medicine from Digby’s hospital since he never charged, but Digby handed Valentin the list and saw through my thoughts.


    “Keep getting medicine from me. The Frostfang Pack’s in a tough spot and has offended the Madisons. Other ces might tamper with the medicine. Need to be cautious.”


    His words sent a shiver down Valentin’s spine and a sigh from me–I’d forgotten about the Madisons.


    Cedric’s situation required utmost caution. Any ill–intentioned sabotage could cause huge trouble.


    After seeing off Digby, his pheromones lingered.


    I immediately sent Valentin to the Thunder Wolf Pack to inform Mallory and Luna Audrey.


    Soon, the Thunder Wolf Pack arrived, flooding into the conference hall. Cedric was practicing standing with <b>a </b>wolf–head cane.


    Audrey’s pheromones surged as she rushed in, her approach making the wolf–shaped wind chimes outside tinkle.


    Cedric’s silver–blue eyes widened with excitement as he clearly called “Luna Audrey,” prompting another round of emotional tears from her.


    Once the Thunder Wolf Pack left, I took Cedric to the moonlight altar.


    This time, I wanted everyone to <b>see </b>a recovering Cedric.


    Afterying flowers, I had Valentin take Cedric away and stayed alone at the altar.


    I had so much to <b>say </b>but choked up.


    <b>I </b>wanted to tell them how once I felt the world was against me, and I was as lonely as a living dead person. But now things were different–I had Cedric, my uing mating ceremony, and a future full of hope.


    I promised to protect Cedric and help him inherit the Frostfang Pack.


    I realized I didn’t need grand achievements. Cedric’s well–being was enough.


    My heart swelled with unspoken words.


    Once the youngest and most troublesome daughter, I now upheld the Frostfang Pack and became Cedric’s


    support.


    I couldn’t retreat to my mother’s arms anymore.


    But life was filled with new hope, wasn’t it?


    Yet, just as hope bloomed, Velda arrived.