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    “Adide, my child,” Alpha Zander looked at her, his eyes reddening again, his voice thick with emotion.


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    “What you should be thinking about is how to get justice for the members of the Frostfangs. They died for nothing, and they died brutally. Those thousand–plus wolves–most of them were defenseless civilians and omegas. They never should have faced such a disaster.”


    “You can give it your all to demand justice for them. As for anything else… there’s no need to push yourself.”


    “The moment you start worrying about my safety, the Frostfang massacre bes just another bargaining chip on the table. Once it’s a trade–off, you can never truly get them the justice they deserve.”


    This was the cruelest part of politics: turning the blood of your own family into a currency for negotiation.


    But Adide shook her head firmly, an unyielding fire burning in her eyes.


    “I’ll get justice, and I’ll save your life! The Frostfang massacre is going on that table regardless. If that’s the case, why try to hide it?”


    Alpha Zander looked at her thin, slight shoulders, and his heart ached.


    How could he let her, after all the pain she had already endured, treat the tragic deaths of her family as a cold negotiation tactic just to save him?


    Lance cut in at the perfect moment.


    “Adide is right. All these events are linked; you can’t separate them. And we aren’t just doing this for you–we’re trying to stop an all–out war between two nations. This is the bigger picture.”


    If they treated <i>the </i>Frostfang massacre as an isted case, the Western Tribe might admit to it, apologize, and even pay reparations. But once that was settled, the North would lose its strongest leverage.


    As an old general, Zander understood the logic. It was just a lot for Adide to carry.


    The heavy silence returned, no one wanting to be the first to leave, yet no one quite knowing how to continue.


    Lance, ever the diplomat, found a safe, warm topic to bridge the gap: the Shadow Peaks.


    He broke the silence with a smile.


    “Adide, why don’t you tell Alpha Zander about your training days? I’m sure he’d love to hear about your legendary instructors.”


    Zander’s eyes lit up instantly, and he sat up a little straighter.


    “Sure! You studied under Irene in the mountains. I met her twice years ago, but we never really talked. What’s she actually like?”


    “I heard she’s incredibly strict. Yourbat skills are world–ss now, you must have gone through hell under her, right?”


    Adideughed, the tension leaving her face as her eyes crinkled like crescent moons. For a second, she looked like the carefree girl she used to be.


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    “Instructor Irene wasn’t strict at all. Klein hated her style. Every time Klein punished us, he was actually doing it just to remind Irene that she needed to be harder on us.”


    Zander looked stunned, his eyes wide.


    “Really? When I met her, she seemed so cold–eyes like ice, like she’d kill anyone who got too close.”


    Adideughed harder, her eyes sparkling with memory.


    “That was all an act! She’s just shy around strangers. Once you get to know her and she’s had a couple of malt beers, she’ll talk about anything.”


    “And she loved these weird alchemy experiments. She’d turn the whole camp into a smoky mess. That was what drove Klein the most insane.”


    “No way. For real?” Zander was genuinely surprised. “I thought she was the ultimate professional. I had no idea she was so… quirky.”


    “Oh, she was,” Adide said, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes glowing in the candlelight.


    “I remember when I was nine, I went home for a month. When I came back to the mountains, she sent people to meet me.”


    “As soon as I walked through the gates, she had the other students set off smoke bombs every few steps. She said she wanted to blow holes in my dress so I’d be too scared to leave the camp for that long again.”


    Zander froze for a second before letting out a boisterous, heartyugh. “Hahaha! That sounds like a prank a pup would pull!”


    “Exactly. And when I first got there, I was little and terrified of the dark–scared of ghosts. She stayed upte, wrapped herself in a white bedsheet, and haunted me until I was bawling my eyes out.”


    “And then what happened?”


    “Then she pulled back her messy hair, her face all red from trying not tough, and told me perfectly seriously: ‘Look closely. There are no ghosts. And even if there were, they’re weaker than people, because no ghost can beat me in a fight.“”


    Zander was caught betweenughing and crying, the wrinkles around his eyes softening with genuine joy.


    “Because of that, Klein actually grounded Irene for an entire month.”


    “Klein ran the camp’s discipline. He’d punish you whenever he felt like it. Sometimes, if he was in a bad mood, he’d dig up something you did months ago just to punish you for it all over again.”


    “Haha!” Zander’sughter echoed through the quiet living room, finally chasing away the gloom. “That Klein sounds like <b>quite </b>a character too.”


    “He was miserable.<i>” </i>


    “He was fascinating!”


    Adide <b>and </b>Lance answered at the same time withpletely opposite views. They looked at each other and couldn’t help butugh.


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    <strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.