Third Person’s POV
<b>Some </b>members of the Soulrend Pack rushed outside to find the scene as devastated <b>as </b>inside the packhouse.
Alpha <b>Manfred</b>, pale as paper, took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Alpha Lance, your anger must <b>have </b>subsided by now?”
Lance remained silent, his face cold. Adide spoke up instead. <b>“</b>Alpha Manfred, do you harbor any
Manfred gritted his teeth and forced out, “No, I dare not.”
“Dare not?”
Adide’s face <b>was </b>devoid of warmth. “See that it’s truly so. Otherwise, I assure you, next time the Soulrend Pack will be razed to the ground.”
Manfred recalled Adide’s grand mating ceremony.
He knew her power–backed by the ckthorn Pack, Warscar Training Camp operatives at hermand. and even informants within Soulrend Pack.
She was capable of annihting them without a trace.
<b>Tonight</b>, he’d lost all face. If tonight’s events went public, he’d be humiliated.
Struggling to respond to Adide, Dwight suddenly spoke. “Bullies always face retribution!”
Adide turned to him, a cold smile curving her lips. “nning to rally students to denounce us in articles tomorrow? And leverage your Lycan Erasmus–endorsed talents to escte this?”
Dwight froze–how had she guessed?
He lifted his chin and wiped the blood from his lips. “Afraid now? Toote. Unless you sever my hands, I’ll write those articles.”
Why bother? Adide retorted. “You’re a writer; it’d be a waste not to. Just ensure they’re well–crafted. citing ssics to explore loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and justice. Of course, only if your actions can rte to such virtues.”
“And don’t forget to include your breeder, Willow, in your writings. Detail how she caused Melinda’s miscarriage risk, forcing her to bed/rest for a month,” Adide added.
Dwight’s face flushed a deep red. /Luna Adide, this is none of your business. Melinda’s bed rest has nothing to do with Willow. I was the one who pushed her.”
Adide turned to Alpha Howell and his wife. “You heard him. He admitted to pushing Melinda, leading to her month–long bed rest. The incident started with Willow’s <b>provocation</b>. She tripped on the steps herself, yet Dwight mes Melinda. So, do you stand by <b>Dwight </b>or your daughter?
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The Howells exchanged uneasy nces, their disappointment in Dwight evident.
“How could you? She’s yourwful mate, Luna Skye angrily confronted Dwight
Dwight defended. I was furious, Willow didn’t trip–Melinda had someone push her. She’s too jealous to tolerate anyone near use,
“I saw it <b>with </b>my <b>own </b>eyes, Georgina interjected. “She tripped herself.
Dwight sneered<b>. </b>“Who are you to butt in?”
He despised Georgina for assaulting him earlier.
She retorted, “Don’t unt your future <b>Alpha </b>status before me. Paige and I aren’t your park’s servants; we’re here to <b>protect </b>Melinda. Hurting her, you deserved those punches. You preach morality but are filled with vile thoughts. You’re not half the person we are, yet you call yourself elite? You’re nothing but trash!”“”
“Outrageous!” the old Luna croaked.
Seated, she pointed at Georgina. “Since you’re not of Soulrend Pack, leave now!”
Paisley snapped, “Old woman, either continue your suicide show or shut your trap. I’ve never seen a pack’s elder as muddled as you, favoring your grandson’s mistress while bullying hiswful mate. Tomorrow, TI broadcast in the streets how you mistreat <b>Melinda </b><b>and </b>aid a red–light–district breeder
The old Luna, unused to such insult, sputtered wordlessly.
Willow, in Dwight’s arms, began to cry. “Though from the red–light district, no wolf marked me before I became Dwight’s breeder”
Paisley nced at Adide, who nodded faintly.
Paisley sneered, “You’re a so–called pure dance hall girl? That might fool witless fools like Dwight, but not <ol start="115"><li><b>115</b><b>. </b></li></ol>
Dwight erupted, “How dare you defame her?”
Paisleyughed coldly. “Defame her? I wouldn’t dare. Willow, care to share your real name? I heard your father, Hunt Shuman, named you Wilorina. But Madison calls you Dance Hall Girl, doesn’t she?”