Third Person’s POV
Skye sat there stiffly, her fir pheromones crystallizing into frost in the air. She remained silent <b>throughout </b>
the event.
Yet, deep down, she was filled with anxiety. Being at the Frostfang Pack headquarters inevitably reminded her of Aire’s past kindness toward her.
The silver–wolf–pack totem mark on the back of her neck suddenly itched–it was the Moon Goddess’s blessing that Aire had branded her with years ago. Now, it burned like wolfsbane.
After Aire’s death, Skye had treated Adide so poorly.
When Adide arrived with Cedric, Skye’s wolf ears ttened sharply.
The silver cedar pheromones released by Adide carried the Alpha’s inherent aura, causing the unhealed temporary mark on Skye’s.neck to break out in tiny red rashes.
Though Adide’s gaze was gentle, it was indifferent, as if she no longer considered Skye family.
“She’s looking over here,” Luna Skye’s wolf tail curled into a ball under her skirt, her fir pheromones turning chaotic.
“Back when Ulrik and Velda were so favored by the royal family, the Silverlight Pack’s pheromones <b>were </b><b>as </b>weak as a pup’s whimper. What could I do?”
She wasn’t unwilling to help Adide. It was just that the Silverlight Pack had always been insignificant, and she was powerless.
Besides, she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t helped.
As for the gifts she sent to Melinda being returned, she still felt justified.
On the day of Melinda’s mating ceremony, she, a rejected she–wolf, brought gifts and was met with hostility, as if she were a harbinger of misfortune.
Who could have predicted that Adide would end up mating with Alpha Lance?
“I brought Melinda to apologize,” Skye bit her palm, her fir pheromones tinged with self–justification.
“Why is she still holding a grudge?”
After the exhibition concluded, Lycan Erasmus and the Royal Council members left the tfang Pack in high spirits.
Other guests also bid farewell. After today, the Frostfang Pack’s status was unshakable.
Even Lycan Erasmus had personally attended, showing great respect.
As Skye left, she felt a twinge of dissatisfaction.
Adide had <b>sent </b>paintings to Prisci but hadn’t <b>given </b>her a single <b>one</b>.
Since the buyers were Lycan Erasmus or Council members, and Alpha Howell wasn’t present<b>, </b><b>she</b><b>, </b>as a <b>she </b>wolf, couldn’t very wellpete with the men.
But receiving a painting was one thing; Adide should have gifted her one to <b>signal </b>reconciliation.
Yet, until departure, Adide only nodded and said, “Farewell.”
Skye forced a smile. “Take care.”
Mrs. Voss apanied her as they descended the stone steps.
Mrs. Voss, known for her bluntness, noticed Skye left empty–handed and asked, “Luna Skye<b>, </b>why <b>didn’t </b>Adide give you a painting? You’re her aunt.”
Skye’s fir pheromones turned sour. The temporary mark on her neck broke out in red rashes.
Her wolf ws dug into her palm, tearing the velvet skirt.
Mrs. Voss realized her mistake and hurriedly left.
In the carriage, Skye’s wolf ws bit into her palm. She was seething with discontent.
She should have attended Prisci’s banquet with Melinda and thene to the Frostfang Pack.
If Melinda were there, Adide would surely have gifted her a painting.
Her wolf ears drooped under her veil, her pheromones carrying a whine like a pup’s. “Her Moon Goddess. ne could blind these jackals…” As the carriage rolled over the snow, she noticed the blood <b>wells </b>on her palms healing at the werewolf’s speed.
Now, reduced to aughingstock, Mrs. Voss had merely voiced the doubts others hid.
Though unspoken, many likely judged her for being an unfit aunt, for not aiding Adide during <b>her </b>mating bond dissolution.
How could they know her dilemma?
Everyone assumed, as Alpha Howell’s Luna, her life was morous.
But Alpha Howell’s timidity meant they both endured humiliations.
In truth, she’d always envied her sister Aire.
Aire’s sons were all brave and capable. Though they died in battle, their heroism liv.
Their legacy ensured that the Frostfang Pack’s descendants would have <b>a </b>secure future.
But Aire’s family massacre was unexpected. <ol><li>on. </li></ol>
The Western Tribe wolves were med, yet Skye feared lingering threats. If <b>she </b>helped <b>Adide</b><b>, </b><b>would </b>the Silverlight Pack be a target?
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Selfishly, she’d stood by, just as others would have.
Back home, she summoned Melinda and wept.
245 Free Cone
“How could she snub me so? I’m her aunt! Does she think I want her paintings? She didn’t even <b>mention </b>them. It’s heartbreaking. I used to care for her, hold her as a child. She’s forgotten my kindness.
“Today, in your absence, their gazes mocked me. I feel like a lifelong joke. As <b>a </b>Luna, I’m overshadowed <b>by </b>the spouse of a mere government official. In every aspect of life, I must be discreet. My husband’s cowardice embarrasses me. No wonder Adide disdains me.”