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Third Person’s POV
Digby acknowledged that Sidney doted on Adide.
Yet, struggling to protect herself within the Blue Abyss Pack, how could she safeguard Adide?
Alpha Zander’s family guarded the frontier. Regtions barred them from casually returning to <b>the </b>capital.
Even if Alpha Zander wished to shield his granddaughter, he was powerless.
His sons had also suffered severe casualties: his eldest died early, the third lost his left arm<b>, </b>and the seventh fell in battle. The family had endured immense suffering.
Digby knew Alpha Zander had pleaded with Lycan Erasmus to watch over Adide.
Lycan Erasmus indeed favored Adide now, but…
Digby sighed heavily. Many worries weighed on his mind. He hoped all fears <b>were </b>unfounded and that Adide and Alpha Lance could live a peaceful life.
The next day, heavy snow nketed the capital.
Adide had anticipated the snowfall, hoping to y in it with Cedric.
But with the mating ceremony only nine days away, she expected Irene and ssmates to arrive soon.
Though the journey wasn’t far, the snow impeded/travel, forcing them to stay in hotels along the way.
Adide was a mix of excitement and anxiety, fearing emotional outbursts upon seeing Irene and ssmates.
The long separation had made her miss them terribly.
In the past, she felt her future was pitch–ck, as if blocked by an invisible wall.
Meeting Alpha Lance had brought light to that darkness.
Knowing he once had feelings for someone else, she believed they could achieve mutual respect.
This life was far better than her time/in the Bloodmoon Pack.
The snow fell for two days, not continuously but intermittently, nketing the Frostfang Pack’s courtyard.
The wolves cleared paths, making movement manageable.
The plum blossoms flourished under the snow, their branches bent with umted white. Adide kicked a tree trunk, sending snow and petals cascading down in a red–and–white shower.
She and Cedric built a snowman. He enthusiastically searched for two pebbles for <b>eyes</b><b>, </b><b>creating </b>aically ugly yet adorable figure.
Adide draped a red cloak over the snowman and ced a velvet <b>hat </b>on it. From afar<b>, </b><b>it </b><b>almost </b>seemed lifelike.
Nearby, Craig had set up his casel, capturing this precious moment.
This vibrant Adide, once full of energy during Shadow Peaks training, should be documented <b>and </b>sent back to the Warscar Training Camp for her teachers to sec.
As the mating ceremony drew near, Adide grew busy.
The custom–made wedding gown arrived at the Frostfang Pack—a masterpiece of months of work. The outer robe, though appearing heavy, was surprisingly light and smooth. Embroidered with golden Moon Goddess totems and star tracks, it represented the high–Luna status.
The matching shawl, woven in azure and gold, featured flowing clouds and wolf <b>crests</b>.
The headpiece, studded with over ten blue and red moonstones, had delicate cyan bone–like extensions <b>at </b>the back, slightly upturned like wolf ears.
Considering the winter ceremony, a special cloak apanied the gown. Lined with <b>rare </b>beast fur, <b>it </b>was embroidered with blooming Moon Goddess flowers before being sewn together, symbolizing n prosperity.
Following werewolf tradition, the only asion transcending norms, the cloak’s edges also bore simplified silver wolf patterns<b>. </b>
When Adide donned the gown, the omegas present were momentarily stunned.
Jasmine first recovered, helping her sit at the vanity for makeup..
However, the heavy powder made her appear older.
“Alright, alright,” Jessica brushed Jasmine’s hand’s aside. “Who’s ever seen a bride look like <i>that</i>? Pale as a frost wolf.”
Jasmine smiled awkwardly. “Alpha Adide never wears makeup; she always does her own. How could Ipare?”
Jessica dampened a cotton pad with water and gently removed the makeup.
Adide had booked the capital’s top makeup artist from a renowned studio for the ceremony day.
Ivy stroked the gown’s embroidery. “This dress <b>is </b>costly for a reason. I could never replicate such work in a lifetime.”
Adide gazed at her reflection in the copper mirror, a sense of unreality washing over her.
When she had mated with Ulrik, Aire had repeatedly advised in the bedroom: how to interact with one’s mate, how to respect the old Alpha and Luna, and how to treat the Alpha’s siblings.
During her year in the Bloodmoon Pack, she strictly followed her mother’s teachings<b>, </b>even when she <b>knew </b>some concessions were excessive, adhering to them as her mother’sst wish.
After the Frostfang Pack’s‘ attack left her without a n, she regarded the Bloodmoon <b>Pack </b><b>as </b><b>her </b>home
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and followed her mother’s guidance even more rigorously, as if doing so would honor her mother’s
memory.
Now, having dissolved the mating bond and on the verge of a new one, Adide looked at her reflection in the gown.
Time seemed to stand still, as if her mother would walk in any moment, escorted by an omega, taking her hand and offering gentle counsel.
Her eyes welled with tears. She quickly stood and retreated to the inner room to change back into her usual clothes.