Third Person’s POV
Lycan Erasmus was Craig’s No. 1 fan.
When Craig first came to the Frostfang Pack, Lycan Erasmus had visited in person–a testament to Craigs
stature.
Lycan Erasmus had even tried to recruit him for the Royal Council, as someone like Craig deserved nothing less than reverence.
Schrs and officials across the werewolf kingdom held Craig in the highest regard.
“When are you leaving?” Adide asked tearfully.
“No exact date yet. We’ll let you know,” Irene replied.
“Promise not to leave without telling me,” Adide said, her eyes glistening.
Irene agreed, “We won’t leave in secret.”
But Adide wasn’t entirely convinced. Irene had a habit of avoiding farewells. She remembered how Irene would hide, iming to be busy, whenever Adide went home.
After lunch, Craig and the others pulled Lance into the side room.
They spoke cautiously, their words filled with requests for him to take care of Adide. Though there was no outright threat, the pressure was palpable between the lines.
Lance handled it well, his serious demeanor earning nods of approval.
They may not live in the capital, but they understood noble etiquette.
While Adide’s second mating as a royal mate might seem less dignified to outsiders, Lance’s willingness to make her his sole Luna was truly rare.
As they left, Prune privately told Lance, “If you ever stop loving her, don’t hurt her. Send her back to <b>us</b><b>. </b>The word “us” made Lance’s back stiffen. “That day will nevere,” he dered.
On the way back to the ckthorn Pack, Lance and Adide reflected on Prune’s words<b>. </b>Adide rested her head on Lance’s shoulder, tears welling up and eventually spilling <b>over</b><b>. </b>
Lance held her tightly, his chin resting on her forehead. “Prune truly cares for you like <b>a </b>sister
<b>“</b>Yes, when I first joined the Warscar Training Camp, Prune was always with me. She <b>spoiled </b><b>me </b><b>rottens </b>
Lance knew Adide was adored by everyone at the camp.
Even Irene had reminded him to treat Adide <b>well </b><b>in </b>the side room, calling <b>her </b>a <b>little </b>troublemaker with a rare look of tenderness.
When Irene mentioned the Bentleys, her eyes brimmed with sorrow and regret
The world mourned the sacrifices made by the Frostfang Pack for their country.
Wiping away her tears, Adide asked, “Avery wants to stay in the capital. What do you n to do for him?”
Lance replied, “Simple. The ckthorn Pack hasn’t established a werewolf warrior unit yet. Have him lead the recruitment.”
Previously, under Lance’smand in the Royal Army, the ckthorn Pack only had werewolf guards. not a dedicated warrior unit.
Adide wiped her eyes and said earnestly, “Agreed. Avery is capable and good at leading teams. <b>His </b>performance on the Southern Border battlefield was exceptional.”
She nced at Lance and softly asked, “What’s the usual monthly sry for a werewolf warrior unit head?”
Werewolf warriors fell under Alpha’s jurisdiction, and she wasn’t privy to their pay scales..
“I’ll give him more. It’s tough for him to support the whole pack on his own,” Lance said generously.
“Thanks,” Adide agreed, nning to secretly add more herself.
She had known the Ancient Moon Pack’s struggles since the Warscar Training Camp but had been naive about the extent of their difficulties.
“Will he join after Irene and the others leave?”
“Yes, Paisley wille too. Ang and the others are heading back with them.”
Compared to Paisley, Ang and the others had less freedom.
Paisley, as the daughter of the Crimson me Pack’s Alpha, could stay as long as she liked–even the Alpha had to humor her. Without Paisley, the Crimson me Pack would struggle.
Adide brightened. “Once we’re back, we need to audit the Golden Jewelry Store’s ounts.”
It was time to confront Wanda.
Lance said, “This can also teach Prisci a lesson–to not trust so easily in the future.”
Adide’s expression hardened. “A lesson is one thing, but Madison and Wanda won’t get a single cent. What’s ours must be returned.”
Lance squeezed her hand. “Whatever you want to do, I’ve got your back.”
Adide looked at their intertwined hands. His strong, well–defined fingers always made her heart race whenced with hers–a feeling of intimacy distinct from the thrill of being held in his arms.
She couldn’t exin why, but she loved it.
Back at the ckthorn Pack, the gifts from the Frostfang Pack were returned untouched.
10.31
In the main courtyard, Jasmine whispered, “Prisci threw a huge tantrum, smashing quite a <b>few </b><b>things</b>. You should check on her.”
Adide nced at Lance, seeing his furrowed brow. She knew mother–son talks were <b>never </b><b>easy </b>and <b>said</b>, “I’ll go. You head back to your study. You’ve got work to do.”
Although they were set to temporarily suspend court, the Ministry of Justice had closed its <b>cases</b>, <b>Lance </b>had been busytely–not just memorizing legal texts but also studying past cases.
“Alright, then. If you can’t calm her, have someone fetch me,” Lance said, understanding Prisci <b>well</b>.
“No worries, I can handle it,” Adide assured him with aforting look.
It was just Prisci throwing a tantrum over the discovery of Wanda’s financial mismanagement and the fraud.