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    At such a critical turning point for a regime change, for a Lycan Prince to skip out on stabilizing the capital and run to the front lines instead was practically a death wish for the country.


    But with Pierce gone, Damian had no leash. As acting marshal, he’d gone scorched–earth.unching a series of frenzied attacks.


    When Pierce finally returned, only to find the Lycan Prince already in Snowdeer Town, it was clear his attempt at mediation back home had failed.


    The mes of war on the front lines had reached a fever pitch, and the news had definitely made its way back to the Western public.


    Pierce didn’t want a prolonged conflict while the old Lycan King was dying; the drain on manpower and money was too much. So, upon his return, he ordered a temporary ceasefire.


    But by then, Alpha Zander was already critically wounded.


    An ambitious shark like Damian wasn’t about to stop.


    If he wanted the glory bad enough, he’d find a way to shove Pierce aside and bleed Zander dry.


    And that’s exactly what happened: Pierce vanished under mysterious circumstances again, and Damian immediately ordered the offensive to resume.


    Ulrik continued, “Faced with that kind of suicidal aggression while Alpha Zander was down, the unit’s morale was in tatters. We were desperate for a way to stall the fight, even for a few days, just to give Zander time to stabilize. He’d been hit with a poison arrow; it nearly took him out.”


    “That’s why I pitched the n: I’d lead a squad to sneak into Snowdeer Town and torch their food reserves. Without supplies, it wouldn’t matter how fierce they were–they’d be too hungry to fight. It was supposed to buy us at least two weeks of breathing room.”


    Adide cut in. “And while you were sneaking into town, had Pierce returned to the field?”


    “Yeah, but we only found that out after the fact


    Ulrik wasn’t surprised she knew the details.


    “When I led the teain in, Damian was still the on calling the shots on the front.”


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    “How long did the infiltration take?” Adide asked, her fingers tapping a rhythmic, steady beat on the desk.


    Ulrik thought for a second. “About seven days. The blizzards were brutal–they masked our scent, but they slowed us down to a crawl.”


    “Then tell me,” Adide’s voice went cold, “why did you and Velda split up? If the goal was the food reserves, shouldn’t you have kept your force concentrated?”


    Ulrik’s eyes shifted, his Adam’s apple bobbing.


    “The reserves were guarded by elite fighters. We were terrified of walking into an ambush and getting wiped out.” He paused, finallying clean.


    “So I had her take a squad to scout the perimeter and act as backup…”


    “I… I was being selfish. I wanted to protect her.”


    Ulrik’s voice dropped, thick with a pain he couldn’t hide.


    “She was my mate back then. I didn’t want her on the most dangerous part of the mission. I thought keeping her on the outskirts as a lookout was the ‘safe‘ move. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought she would…”


    “I didn’t think she’d ughter a whole vige. I had no idea what was going through her head, and I definitely didn’t know she’d kill civilians.”


    “So, you were too busy burning the warehouse to keep an eye on her.”


    “Which means, when Velda was butchering those people, you werepletely in the dark.”


    “And when you went back to themand tent to report, you obviously didn’t mention the atrocity to Alpha Zander.”


    Ulrik lifted his head, his wolf eyes dull and zed over.


    “Exactly. How could I report something I didn’t know happened? The blizzard was too heavy that night–it masked the smell of blood. It masked her madness.”


    Adide took all the pieces–Damian’s ambition, the Lycan Prince’s movements, the warehouse fire, and Velda’s massacre–and fit them together in her mind.


    She looked him in the eye for a final confirmation.


    <i>“</i>Do you swear on your wolf soul that you had zero knowledge of what Velda was doing behind your back?”


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    Ulrik didn’t look away.


    “I swear it.” His voice was hollow.


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    “But Gamma Adide, it doesn’t matter. Whether I knew or not, talking about it now won’t bring those dead people back to life.”


    “Thank you for telling me.”


    Adide stood up, herbat boots clicking sharply against the floor. A gust of cold authority seemed to follow her.


    “Drowning in regret might be useless to you, but to me, this information determines whether my grandfather, Alpha Zander, lives or dies.“”


    With that, she turned and walked out.


    As soon as Adide was gone, Ampelio couldn’t sit still and followed her out.


    He was a powerhouse in a fight, but his biggest w was that he couldn’t <i>keep </i>a secret to save his life.


    The conversation in the study involved Alpha Zander, and for a warrior like Ampelio, honor was everything.


    The idea that Zander–who had nearly died for the kingdom–was being set up as a fall guy for “allowing a massacre” made his blood boil.


    Back at the Royal Guard barracks, while everyone was in the locker room, Ampelio started venting at the top of his lungs.


    “Can you believe this? Ulrik was busy burning a warehouse while Alpha Zander was unconscious and dying. How the hell was Zander supposed to know what Velda was doing out in the woods?”


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