Adide’s POV


    I went to bedte, so I was surprised when Beata came to report early in the morning.


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    She said Velda was causing amotion outside the pack’s borders, demanding to see me. They couldn’t drive her away, so they had no choice but to wake me.


    I sat up in bed, groggy and dazed for a moment–she had actuallye.


    I became more alert. Imunicated with my wolf and had it enhance my hearing. Sure enough, the distant noise from the pack’s borders was intense–it was Velda’s voice.


    The back of my neck suddenly felt hot, and cedar pheromones escaped my control.


    Velda’s pine needle scent mixed with wolfsbane lingered like an ice pick piercing the Frostfang Pack’s barrier.


    Cedric made a weak whimpering sound in the next room. His silver–blue pupils narrowed into slits through the door crack, apanied by loud shouting.


    I worried that if Velda kept this up, Cedric would be upset.


    Though he was much better, he was still frightened by fierce noises.


    My first instinct was to grab my silver spear and drive Velda out.


    But the Frostfang Pack is surrounded by powerful packs. Regardless of Velda’s antics, as the current Alpha, I must maintain dignity.


    I was curious what she wanted now that she hade to my door.


    Beata’s gray ears bristled with anger as she started to rush out but was stopped by my hand on her shoulder. “Bring her to the conference hall. I’ll change into a cloak with silver fox fur,” I said.


    There were few strong wolf guards in the Frostfang Pack. They could handle ordinary visitors, but Velda was skilled.


    If our guards were defeated by her, it would be embarrassing.


    “Alright, I’ll go bring her in,” Beata said, turning to leave. She told Jasmine to help me change and muttered something about bad luck.


    The pine–wood table in the side hall gleamed coldly. Velda’s purple–red satin skirt brushed the floor. Under her ck crane cloak, her partially shifted wrist revealed an unhealed w mark, glowing with silver–blue blood. The red coral earrings on her ears, carved with blood–moon totems, emitted a sulfurous pheromone with her emotional fluctuations.


    I was still in my semi–old uniform but had thrown on a fox–fur cloak.


    <b>It </b>was getting cold. It looked like snow wasing.


    Good, with another snow, Cedric could have a snowball fight.


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    The sky was very gloomy, the wind was biting, but it was nothingpared to the southern border.


    The wind there pierced to the core, as if scraping every limb.


    Outside the conference hall, I saw Velda.


    The pine–wood table in the conference hall gleamed coldly. Velda’s purple–red satin skirt brushed the floor. Under her ck crane cloak, her partially shifted wrist revealed an unhealed w mark, glowing with silver–blue blood.


    The red coral earrings on her ears, carved with blood–moon totems, emitted a sulfurous pheromone with her emotional fluctuations.


    She was dressed well, indeed exuding an air of nobility<i>, </i>but her eyes were cold, fixed on me as I slowly entered.


    She didn’t stand or greet me. Her cold gaze followed my steps.


    I didn’t beat around the bush. I sat down and asked, “Why are you here?”


    Velda’s voice was eerily cold. “Did you know Ulrik is nning to mate with that she–wolf from Ironw Pack whose mate died?”


    Her voice was like an ice pick scraping over stone, her pupils beneath the veil slit vertically.


    My cedar pheromones turned sharp, and my wolf sneered inwardly. “Does she think mentioning Ulrik will hurt me?”


    I unconsciously stroked the wolf–head emblem on my silver spear, still carrying the blood rust from the southern border battlefield.


    “What does this have <i>to </i>do with me?” I raised an eyebrow, my silverleaf scent escaping from the back of my neck. “Whether I know or not, it’s none of my business.”


    “None of your business?”


    Velda sneered coldly. “Yes, you’re about to mate with Alpha Lance. How could you still care about him? But Adide, I ask you this: without Lance, would you still love Ulrik? Even after dissolving your bond, do you secretly hope he’lle back to you? After leaving the Bloodmoon Pack, have you ever regretted it? Have you ever been envious of me? Have you ever hated me?”


    My wolf suddenly roared in my mind, my tailbone nearly piercing through my skin.


    My voice <b>was </b>cold. “Did youe here just to say this? What answer do you want from me?”


    Velda spoke rapidly and impolitely. “I want the truth. Without Alpha Lance, would you still love Ulrik? Do you hope he’lle back to you? Have you regretted leaving? Have you been envious? Have you hated


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    1 recalled Vanya’s words–Velda <b>was </b>nearly unhinged, and now she did seem a bit mad.


    What was the point of this?


    We’d dissolved the bond long ago. Ulrik was about to bond again. Instead of approaching Gloria, she came to me, a person with no connection to her, and fired off these questions. What was the meaning?


    <b>I </b>answered her directly. “First<b>, </b>since the day Ulrik told me he was bonding with you, I’ve had no feelings left for him. I couldn’t wait to leave the Bloodmoon Pack.”


    After hearing this, Velda let out a maniacalugh. “You can’t even tell the truth, Adide. Where’s your courage? How hypocritical!”