Third Person’s POV
“Hmm, yes,” Lance said with a knowing smile, his gaze distant.
“Are you aware which packs Madison’s people have infiltrated?”
“I have a general idea. Aldrich’s ce is included, though his wisdom is beyondpare.”
Adide’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean Madison positioned someone with Aldrich… <b>to </b><b>serve </b><b>him</b><b>?</b>”
“Likely as a lover. Aldrich’s mate passed away long ago, and his son Lucius was appointed <b>Alpha </b><b>of </b>the Ashen Pack, which holds territory in a remote area.”
“They aim to secure support from local powers. Controlling Aldrich effectively means controlling Alpha Lucius,” Adide deduced.
“Indeed. When Aldrich returns to the capital, he’s alone, with no family around… Speaking of which, <b>he </b>asked me to greet him with you next time I have the chance,” Lance added.
“Ah? Why didn’t you mention it before? Let’s visit him when you’re free next,” Adide said.
Lance sighed inwardly, “Next time… When would they ever make it to Yellowstone?<b>” </b>
The next day, Lance returned to the Ministry of Justice to handle his duties, while Adide checked on the situation in the study.
Craig and Caldwell hadn’t emerged yet, so she had food sent in but didn’t disturb them.
Paisley came over and chatted briefly with Adide, who then nodded and said, “Let’s go. We can drop Cedric back at school on the way.”
Chase and Cedric had be close friends.
Though Chasecked formal enrollment, he’d learned much from Cedric.
The car was filled with the children’s chatter.
Adide listened with a smile, asionally chiming in.
After dropping them off at school, the car headed to a renowned café in the capital.
Instead of sitting down, Adide and Paisley exited through a side door and walked through several <b>streets </b>to West Hibiscus Alley.
Paisley stopped at a house and knocked.
Ramona answered the door after a moment.
“Luna Adide, Paisley. My father’s waiting inside,” Ramona said softly, <b>her </byender <b>pheromones </b><b>rippling </b>gently.
Adide inquired, “How did you get here? Weren’t you staying with the Barkers? <b>Isn’t </b><b>Dorothy </b><b>with </b>you?
Ramona’svender pheromones carried a hint of warmth. “Father’s ill, so I came <b>to </b>see <b>him</b>. <b>Dorothy </b>had to meet Wilorina, so she didn’te along”
Her wolf cars twitched faintly.
Hunt wasn’t ill at all. He’d merely fabricated an excuse to invite Adide over.
Adide and Paisley stepped into the study. Hunt looked sick even if he wasn’t. His hair <b>was </b>a mess, <b>his </b>face pale. The scent of old paper clung to him–thin, dusty, like a book left too long in a damp <b>attic</b><b>. </b>
He sat slumped, shoulders bent, eyes dull and tired.
Once a man who could silence a room with a nce, now he just looked old.
“Father, Luna Adide and Paisley are here,” Ramona announced, hervender pheromones <b>spreading </b>softly to ease the room’s tension.
“Seen them,” Hunt replied indifferently, his old–book pheromones deepening.
His gaze swept over Adide and Paisley with a subtle scrutiny, sharp yet calcting.
He said, “Take a seat.”
Despite his diminished vigor, his eyes still held a trace of cunning intelligence.
Adide and Paisley sat down promptly.
Adide’s cedar pheromones carried a cold edge, reflecting her pride as Luna. Paisley’s crimson pheromones flickered like a wary me, alert and ready.
“Ramona mentioned you’re willing to help rescue her mother,” Hunt began, his old–book pheromones rippling with urgency.
His eyes focused slightly on the question, “What’s your n? I need to know.”
The mention of Ramona’s mother brought an involuntary note of concern to his voice, though he tried to mask it.
Adide countered, her cedar pheromones sharpening like ice spikes.
Her pupils contracted, her eyes full of challenge. “Before that, Mr. Shuman, why don’t you tell me how many breeders Madison has kept for you? How many children they’ve borne you, and how many have died?”
She stared unflinchingly into Hunt’s eyes, probing for hidden truths in his reaction.
Hunt’s eyes turned cold, his old book pheromones freezing the air. “I’ve had a dozen or more <b>breeders</b><b>. </b><b>As </b>for children… I honestly can’t keep track. The daughters I’ve seen are only a few.”
His voice was t, as if recounting someone else’s story, but his trembling fingers <b>betrayed </b><b>his </b><b>inner </b>turmoil.
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“What do you mean you can’t keep track?” Adide pressed, her cedar pheromones maintaining pressure.
Her wolf ears twitched, catching every detail.
“Many have perished, and I choose not to dwell on it.” For a moment, pain flickered in Hunt’s eyes as he turned away.