Third Person’s POV


    Prisci didn’t lift her gaze, merely asking coolly, “I don’t know Soulrend Pack’s rules. But in the royal <b>pce</b>, anyone who offends or frames a Lycan Luna faces life imprisonment or exile. Does your pack have no such punishments? If not, surely you have corporal penalties.


    Alpha Manfred <b>knew </b>Prisci was there for Melinda.


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    She <b>usually </b>didn’t meddle, so this <b>must </b>be on Adide’s behalf.


    Adide wasn’t here because she didn’t want to be seen as interfering in <b>pack </b>matters. Prisci was different. As the old Lycan King’s New Moon Priestess, and with the old Lycan King being Alpha Howell’s brother, she’s got a clearer path to act.


    She was here representing Melinda’s family. It was not a perfect fit, but it made sense.


    Manfred, already wary of Willow, responded to Prisci’s undeniable aura with his own Alpha calmness, Take this woman away and teach her a lesson!” he ordered


    Willow, once proud and aloof, nowy disgraced on the floor, crushed by dual Alpha aura.


    She trembled violently, a choked sob escaping her throat


    Trying to hold her head high and preserve her dignity, her pupils shrank with humiliation and fear. But Paisley showed no mercy, kicking the back of her knee. With a thud, she was forced to her knees.


    Paisley loomed over her, grinding her boot into the ground. “Hear that? You’re about <b>to </b>be punished”


    Willow bit her lip till it bled, lc pheromones spiraling out of control.


    Instead of tears, she lifted bloodshot eyes, defiance etched on her face.


    “You powerful packs don’t care about life! Even if you kill me, I won’t submit!” She tried moral ckmail to evoke sympathy, her pheromones seething with righteous indignation.


    Normally, being used of “not valuing other’s life would make people cautious.


    But Prisci <b>and </b>Paisley weren’t swayed.


    Prisci mmed the table with a loud thud. A chilling aura burst from her, freezing the entire hall and making the candles flicker.


    Her pupils narrowed into cold, golden slits, <b>and </b>wolf ws instinctively emerged from her fingertips before she suppressed them.


    She ignored Dwight’s outburst and ordered firmly, “Then beat her until she yields”


    “Who dares touch her?” Dwight roared like a beast.


    Everyone turned to see him ushering the old Luna in


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    She wore a blue–patterned silk robe over a grey nightgown, her white hair hastily tied.


    She was clearly ready for bed but got word <b>that </b>Prisci was here.


    After a quick tidy–up, and with Dwight hurry to fetch her, she rushed over without properly fixing her hair


    Her face showed annoyance at being disturbed. Though her eyes were cloudy, she still carried herself with authority.


    Dwight roughly <b>guided </b>her inside, then rushed to shield Willow,


    Sensing the lingering aura and her disheveled state, he erupted in rage. His cedar pheromones red with sulfuric fury.


    Fangs bared, he growled menacingly at Paisley and Prisci, “Who gave you permission to harm her?”


    He looked at Willow with concern and protectiveness.


    “I did, Prisci said coldly, her golden eyes locking with Dwight’s hostile gaze.


    She despised how he cradled Willow–one moment ‘too proud,” the


    next quivering and feigning frailty.


    “Really? You agreed to have her punished moments ago,” Prisci shot back.


    “Soulrend Pack can handle its own affairs. Your Highness Prisci, please don’t overstep,” the old Luna of Soulrend Pack said <i>with </i>a slight bow, maintaining her old–school aristocratic manners.


    She kept her back straight and met Prisci’s gaze directly. She tried to suppress Prisci’s sharp royal air but then straightened up and coldly dered, “Soulrend Pack will deal with this. No need for you to interfere.”


    Her calm voice carried authority


    Prisciughed in anger, her cold pressure ring into scorching rage.


    “If your heir acted half–decently<i>, </i>I wouldn’t bother. What prestige do you <b>have</b>? I wouldn’t trouble myself <b>tonight </b>if not for this heartless, lover–favoring, mate–neglecting scoundrel!”


    She pointed at Dwight and Willow, her trembling finger betraying her fury. “Instead of cleaning up your pack’s morals, you protect and enable. And you use me of overstepping?”


    Her rebukeshed out like a whip agains


    Soulrend <i>Pack’s </i>honor.