hapter 217
Third Person’s POV
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Velda was in a panic. Her pheromones fluctuated wildly, and a rotten scent emanated from the nds in the back of her neck.
Her pupils rapidly shifted between wolf and human, showing her unstable state.
Her fingers elongated into sharp nails that tore her clothes, yet she felt nothing.
She muttered, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Those werewolves hid Western Tribe warriors. They weren’t ordinary civilians. I was right to eliminate them. Your family was killed by Western Tribe warriors, and it has nothing to do with me.”
“Right, it’s unrted. I’m not wrong,” she said, swallowing hard and trying to crawl away.
Adide’s voice came from behind. “Just like that, crawling on the ground. My brother’s mate tried to protect the children. She was badly hurt but forced herself to crawl toward her children, leaving a trail of blood. She finally copsed beside them.”
Velda froze, the scene shing in her mind, making her shudder even more.
“You say I hate you because you took Ulrik?”
“Compared to my family, Ulrik is nothing. I don’t value him at all,” Adide’s voice seemed distant, almost surreal.
Yet the aura she radiated made Velda’s wolf howl frantically.
Adide looked down at her, her eyes void ofpassion.
“My hatred for you is beyond words–it’s the hatred of the entire Frostfang Pack. But I can’t kill you revenge. If this were exposed, it would bring shame to our kingdom.”
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“I have to endure, to swallow this humiliation. My father and brothers sacrificed their lives on the southern border battlefield to protect the kingdom. So I must endure,” Adide’s wolf whined painfully in her mind.
She spun around and red at Velda.
“How dare you say the Davidson family isn’t loyal to the kingdom? Who do you think you are to make such usations? You asked why I didn’t save you. Let me tell you: I couldn’t save you because you brought this upon yourself.”
“Snke led troops to the southern border, targeting you. They’d already seized the area and held back forces during the attack on Darkw Town, waiting in the mountains for you to walk into their trap.”
“Should I have led thousands of werewolf warriors to sh with their army, sacrificing them to save you who vited the treaty? No one would do that.”
Adide crouched down, her eyes cold. “Your self–destruction isn’t just about the Bloodscar Border. On
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the southern battlefield, Alpha Lance wanted you in a <b>reserve </b>position for protection. But you<b>, </b>seeking glory<b>, </b>charged <b>ahead</b><b>, </b>disrupting our <b>tactics </b>and triggering Snke’s <b>trap</b>.”
“You <b>caused </b><b>all </b>this. No one has to risk their life for someone greedy, reckless<b>, </b>and self–destructive<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Velda recalled the battlefield details. She’d reviewed everything and knew she’d fallen into a trap.
She had her suspicions about many things and was <b>well </b>aware of the truth, but she just refused to ept it, clinging to excuses and rationalizations.
Her biggest <b>excuse </b>was that Alpha Lance was trying to advance Adide’s position, so he’d dered beforehand that her contributions in this campaign wouldn’t be officially recognized.
But now<b>, </b>with Adide breaking it all down, Velda had nowhere to hide.
She could only shuffle to the door, curl up, and mutter, “No, it’s not like that.”
Adide stood before the moonlight altar. The wolf–head statues behind her cast a soft glow, blurring her features.
“Velda, you’re still alive. You should be grateful,” her voice echoed.
“My family can nevere back. All because of you. Of course I hate you. I endured all this<b>, </b>nning to leave you be, but why did youe here? Before the truth reached me, even when you and Ulrik sought to mate, I respected you as a she–wolf willing to fight for the kingdom.”
She stepped closer, her shadow enveloping Velda. “But the truth is ugly. Your glory cost my family’s lives. <b>Yet </b>here you are, boasting before me. You preach capability and pride, but when you schemed against the Frostfang Pack’s assets, your greed was tant. Your hunger for glory was grotesque–far uglier than the <b>scars </b>on your face<b>.” </b>
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