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    Ulrik had zero feelings left for Velds. If anything her betrayal had left him with nothing but a bitter grudge.


    But looking at her now, he realized he had no idea what the was capable of


    He knew she’d been desperate to flee the capital but after the assassination attempt, the d been too spooked to even leave her room.


    She had probably spent weeks obsessively nning how to handle the fallout if the truth about Snowdeer Town ever came out.


    That was exactly why Ulrik had kept her in the dark about the Western delegation–he didn’t want her making a run for it.


    When Ulrik arrived, the first thing he saw was Velda holding a de to her own throat. The heavy metallic scent of blood hit him instantly, making his inner wolf growl with agitation.


    “Velda! Put the sword down!” he roared.


    At the sound of his voice, Velda snapped her head up.


    “Ulrik!” she hissed through gritted teeth.


    Ampelio arrived a secondter with two elite guards.


    He immediately stepped in front of Ulrik, blocking his path. “Stay back. She’s liable to snap any second.”


    Ulrik shot Ampelio aplicated look. He knew Ampelio was worried he might try to protect her.


    Over Ampelio’s shoulder, Ulrik shouted, “Listen to me! Drop the weapon and go with Thorne. If you’re innocent, the Enforcement Bureau will figure it out. Don’t make this worse.


    “Shut up!”


    Velda’s eyes looked like they were literally spitting fire.


    “Then let me stay with the pack! Why are you trying to drag me to a dungeon where people onlye out in body bags? Ulrik, do you really feel nothing for me now? Have you forgotten everything we had?”


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    Ulrik felt a wave of embarrassment and looked away from ber burning <i>gaze</i>.


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    This is personal business, Cooperate with the Bureau first. We’ll talk about the restter


    “Cooperate? Fine,” Velda tilted her chin up.


    “But I want you to be the one to cuff me. Aren’t you Lycan Erasmus‘ golden boy now? The big Captain of the Guard? Isn’t catching criminals your job?”


    Ulrik stood his ground. His wolf instincts were screaming at him that this was a trap.


    When he didn’t move, a deep sadness clouded Velda’s eyes. Her voice became soft, sounding like a ghost from their past.


    “We were at the border together. We fought side–by–side through mountains of bodies… Do you told you remember that night in the snow at Snowdeer Town? Do you remember what me?<b>” </b>


    Ulrik’s pupils contracted. He gave a small, involuntary nod. “I remember.”


    “Good.” Velda’s eyes welled with tears.


    “I’ll


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    with them. I don’t want to drag the Bloodmoons down with me.”


    She looked like she was finally surrendering. “I just hope that when I’m dead… you’ll ask Lycan Erasmus not to hang my head on the city walls.”


    Ulrik’s muscles were like iron. Looking at the she–wolf he once loved, a crack finally appeared in his defenses.


    “I promise. I swear it on my wolf.”


    “…Okay.” Velda’s tears mingled with the blood on her chin, dripping onto the snow.


    She gave a tragic little smile, as if she’d finally found peace.


    Everyone in the yard let out a collective breath.


    Thorne and Ampelio saw the heavy look on Ulrik’s face and thought it was natural; it would’ve been sociopathic if he looked happy right now.


    Velda kept the sword level as she slowly walked forward.


    Ampelio stayed on high alert, physically blocking Ulrik to make sure he didn’t get too close.


    Ulrik seemed to y along–to avoid any suspicion of collusion, he actually took two steps back.


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    Because Ulrik moved back, Ampelio instinctively moved back two steps with him to keep his shield position.


    That small shift–just two steps–created a tiny, blink–and–you–miss–it gap in the perimeter.


    Velda reached the edge of the porch, her long hair whipping in the wind. Suddenly, her dull eyes exploded with the ferocity of a predator.


    Because Velda had acted like she was surrendering, Thorne had let his guard drop just an inch.


    “Drop the sword, and we won’t get rough,” Thorne said firmly.


    Velda slowly began to lower the de.


    Everyone was hyper–focused on her hand. Then, in the split second their focus dipped-


    Velda’s legs coiled like springs, and sheunched herself at Thorne like a heat–seeking missile!


    A distance of a few feet is nothing to a high–tier wolf. It happens in a heartbeat.


    Ampelio gasped and lunged forward to shove Thorne out of the way, but he was toote.


    Because he’d backed up with Ulrik, he was too far from Thorne’s side.


    As the other guards screamed and scrambled, Velda’s de whistled toward Thorne’s throat.


    A silver sh cut through the air like a lightning bolt.


    A long, shimmering silver whip coiled perfectly around Velda’s wrist and yanked her violently to the right.


    The force of the pull sent Velda flying off–bnce. Her wrist buckled under the pressure, and her fingers snapped open.


    The sword hit the ground with a sharp ring.


    The elite guards finally snapped out of it, swarming Velda and pinning her face–first into the dirt.


    “Let me go! I’ll kill him!”


    Velda screamed, thrashing wildly, but she couldn’t move an inch with four wolves on top of


    her.


    She had no idea who had hit her until she heard the guards erupt in cheers.


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