Third Person’s POV
Lycan Erasmus listened to her exnation. Though he smiled, his eyes remained <b>sharp</b>. <b>Given </b><b>your </b><b>past </b>grievances with the Bloodmoon Pack, why did youe to their ald?”
“Human lives were at stake. The Bloodmoon Pack and I don’t have irreconcble differences. <b>Moreover</b><b>, </b>as the Ironthorn Army’s deputymander, I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.” Adide <b>replied</b>.
Lycan Erasmus nodded slowly. “Your exnation makes sense. But did you know the invaders <b>were </b><b>after </b>Velda?<b>” </b>
“I didn’t know at the time. After disarming them, I had Emerson tie them up. I left once Ellen <b>arrived</b><b>, </b>Adide said.
Lycan Erasmus sighed. “A pity the invaders are dead; we can’t trace their backers. You fought them<b>–</b><b>any </b>idea of their origin?”
Adide shook her head. “No clear idea.”
Lycan Erasmus frowned, his imperial pheromones–<i>a </i>blend of white musk and dragon’s breath<b>–</b><b>rippling </b>with probing pressure. “How long did you tussle with them?” he asked.
Adide paused, her cedar pheromones steady and calm. “I didn’t time it exactly, but it was about five or six minutes,” she said, her tone even and detached.
Unwilling to admit she’d swiftly subdued the invaders, she knew the Capital Police must have investigated -it was impossible to hide.
During the fight, her ws shifted in an instant. Her silver–gray talons precisely sliced through the enemy’s wrists. She could even smell their inferior pheromones, disrupted by intense pain.
Lycan Erasmus’s eyes flickered with approval, a dark gold glint in his eyes. “In five or six minutes, you neutralized the threat? Ulrik and Velda together couldn’t do that. You’re far more skilled. If you were a male wolf, you could’ve inherited your father’s position.”
His aura carried a hint of warmth–a recognition of strength.
Adide shook her head, cedar pheromones tinged with faint sorrow. “I just want to see Cedric grow up well. Among my kin, only he remains.”
Lowering her eyes as she spoke, Adide didn’t meet his gaze. She didn’t see the relief and regret that crossed his eyes.
The faint aura she exerted waspletely reined in, like a sheathed de,
If she were a male wolf, she’d be a legendary general like her father.
Though a she–wolf, she was fully capable of leading.
It was a pity she was the one Lance desired. Lycan Erasmus would surely <i>try </i>to <b>mate </b><b>with </b><b>her</b><b>, </b><b>clipping </b><b>her </b>wings and barring her from military affairs.
<b>Chapter </b><b>418 </b>
<b>Her </b>role as Ironw Army’s deputymander <b>was </b>merely honorary.
Fortunately, she was sensible enough not to abuse this position.
Lycan Erasmus studied her. “I know the ckthorn Pack has a Wolf Warrior Guard, led by <b>a </b>Warscar Trainee? And ady from the Stephens family is also with you?”
Adide confirmed, “Avery and I fought on the Southern Border. He earned your reward. <b>His </b><b>pack’s </b><b>tough </b>life led his mentor to send him to the capital for work. As for Paisley, she’s an old friend staying <b>with </b><b>me </b><b>in </b>the capital.”
Erasmus acknowledged, “I was just curious. You may leave.”
Adide bowed and said, “Okay, I’m heading back now.”
Stepping out of Lycan Erasmus’s study, Adide let out a small sigh of relief.
She was d she’d gone to the Bloodmoon Pack herself. If Paisley or Avery had gone, Lycan <b>Erasmus’s </b>doubts would have deepened.
Warscar Trainees bearing arms in the capital at night vited regtions, and their ties to the ckthorn Pack would have raised more questions.
Meanwhile, in the Dragon Ash Werewolf Kingdom’s border city, post–war military presence remained
strong.
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Especially now, during negotiations to exchange hostages for Frostbite Town, the prison holding captives was under heavy guard.
Lance and his team had spent days in the border city, mapping out the fortress where Eugenius was held.
It was a heavily guarded military fortress on the border, solid as a rock.
And they had got the prisonyout inside the high–walled fortress figured out,
They were unaware of the five–day deadline Tad set.
Tomorrow was the final day of that deadline.
Lance knew Victor would negotiate with Tad again tomorrow.
Though unaware of the deadline, he sensed Tad wouldn’t prolong the talks.
Lance nned tounch the rescue during Victor’s negotiation.
Victor had many strong werewolf warriors around him. Once he headed to the negotiation site, they would definitely apany him./
Having fought for so long on the Southern Border and been defeated by the Roya innate fear and hatred of them
y, he harbored an
If Tad had directly rejected their terms, Victor wouldn’t have stayed long. He would likely <b>have </b><b>returned </b><b>in </b>the deep of night the next day.