Third Person’s POV


    Night fell over the capital like a heavy sheet of ck velvet, and within the ckthorn territory, the magical crystalmps flickered to life one by one.


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    Adide took the silver–ted dagger Prune handed her, gripped Beata’s hand, and stepped out into the biting wind.


    Lance and Paisley followed close behind.


    Craig and Prune had nned to join them, but Klein stopped them.


    “Let her mate and her best friend handle this,” he said simply.


    “You two only need to step in if she actually falls.”


    As he spoke, Klein felt a sense of pride. Havinge to the capital and watched this pair navigate the shark–infested waters of royal politics and rival packs with suchposure, <i>he </i>felt truly satisfied.


    Inside the Royal Marshal’s office, Lucas stood in the blood–scented courtyard, waiting.


    The ckthorns wereing tonight to collect the two prisoners, and a transfer of such high- value targets required his personal supervision.


    What made the hair on the back of his neck stand up was something else–Ulrik had seemingly lost his mind.


    Lycan King’s judgment had been delivered and the dungeon doors were wide open, <i>yet </i>the man was huddled in his cell, refusing to move, insisting he wouldn’t leave until daybreak.


    Sensing Lance and Adide’s scents from a distance, Lucas ordered the guards to drag the two spies up from the water cells and hurried to the gate.


    “Alpha Lance, Gamma Adide. It’s freezing tonight; I thought you might wait until morning to handle the execution.”


    Adide, Paisley, and Avery all pressed their right hands to their left chests, offering a crisp, standard military salute.


    Since Lucas had used her official title, “Gamma Adide,” she wasn’t about to ck on protocol in front of the high official in charge of the nation’s prisons.


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    Lucas bowed slightly in return, his expression grim.


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    “Please, follow me to the briefing room. The prisoners are being brought up as we speak.”


    Adide gripped Beata’s hand tightly as they followed Lucas.


    The two spies were soon dragged in, their clothes in tatters, their bodies covered in wounds, and their blood dried into dark, crusty scabs.


    Beata’s eyes turned red instantly. Her wolf bristled, dropping into an aggressive stance.


    Like Adide, shen’t forgotten a single detail of that bloody massacre for even a second. Finally, she


    ce for her family and Luna Aire.


    The


    ef and fury bubbled up into a series of low growls. She wanted to shift nd rip their throats out with her teeth.


    ; as Adide’s most trusted omega, her behavior represented the dignity and ackthorns.


    ir vtile emotions, Lucas exined, “They were arrogant when they first arrived, and cursing. I haven’t used an


    re delivered to me.”


    ce recalled Prune mention


    led in.


    e gave a silent nod and


    n the edge of the F Sacred Tree.


    devices on them. The state they’re in is how


    been given a massive beating before being


    grab them. They were heading to the Silence Forest here the entire pack now rested beneath the Great


    Under the


    across


    ducked in and out of dark clouds, barely lighting the path


    neath the Sacred Tree, where the towering wolf–totem onlight, radiating an endless, heavy sorrow.


    es to the ground in front of the monuments. The grief Beata had been loded.


    rd, her fists and ws raining down on them. She pped their swollen faces ut even that couldn’t quench the burning fire of her loss.


    d Lance stood back, neither making a move to stop


    her.


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    The two spies slumped into the mud, coughing up dark blood.


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    One of the males propped himself up with his hands, ring at them with unyielding hate.


    “Is a Northern wolf’s life worth more than ours? By what right do you get to butcher our civilians?”


    The other spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth, snarling through the gore.


    “I swore to the Moon Goddess I’d fight you mongrels to the death!”


    Avery delivered a brutal kick to the spy’s ribs.


    “Then yo murde


    fig


    e gone after Velda! She’s the one who killed your people! The ones youbatants–elderly wolves and pups. That’s what you call a ‘heroic


    er never gave that order! As spies, you didn’t even bother to check the facts before ughtering. You’re the mindless mongrels here!”


    fit was a mistake, none of you are i anaticism.


    ou tortured our Crown Prince! Y total war all over again just to av


    Averyshed his whip acro


    “The one avenging v Lucian’s soul with folks who coul


    “No on


    CO


    e other spy roared, his eyes burning


    cage like a circus animal! We’d start a


    Helia! She’s the one taking Velda back to pay for as prove how pathetic you are by killing pups and old


    the North is a demon in a fur coat…” the two spies


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