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The more Adide listened, the more the fire in her blood rose. Without a word, she unsheathed her silver–dipped dagger and drove it deep into one spy’s abdomen.
As she yanked the de out, hot blood sprayed the frozen ground. Her face remained a mask of stone as she flipped the knife and buried it into the other man’s side.
She was done trying to reason with brainwashed killers. Most of all, she was done hearing them bark in this sacred resting ce, disturbing the peace of her family’s souls.
Adide reversed her grip on the drips dagger and held the hilt out to Beata. Her voice was cold and
steady in the winter wind.
“Beata. Do you want to finish them yourself?”
Beata stared at the bloody de.
She didn’t reach for it. Instead, as tears fell into the mud, she slowly shook her head.
“No… I’m afraid they’ll die too fast. I want to watch them bleed out. I want them to suffer every second until the end.”
Paisley had been nning to w a few more holes in them herself, but hearing Beata, she realized that would only hasten the end. She let her ws retract.
Adide walked to the center of the altar and tilted her head back, letting out a long, piercing howl that tore through the wind and struck the towering wolf–totem.
Lance was the second; his Alpha howl was deep and resonant, intertwining with hers.
Paisley closed her eyes and joined in, her howl sharper, like a de slicing the night.
Beata, trembling from head to toe, was thest to open her mouth. Her omega vo
unique, soul–crushing sorrow.
was faint, carrying a
The four howls converged over the graveyard,yering one over the other, shattering against the moonlight.
Then, a series of sharp cracks echoed from Adide’s joints. Gray–white fur spread from her forearms to her wrists, her cheekbones shifted forward, and her fangs elongated.
Lance shifted rapidly beside her; his frame surged in size, his neck and back covered in thick charcoal fur as his Alpha aura rolled out like a tide.
Paisley and Beatapleted their shifts as well, their eyes reflecting the same cold moon.
Adide spoke, her voice thick with emotion.
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“Beloved Moon Goddess, please take my father, Alpha Bentley, my mother, Luna Aire, and all my family into your embrace. Don’t let their souls wander in the dark for too long.”
Lance echoed her, “Moon Goddess, please receive them.”
The long howls rose again, as if to escort the departed souls into the deepest reaches of the moonlight.
Muchter, the howls faded. Lance stepped forward and pulled Adide into his arms, releasing his Alpha pheromones to soothe her while stroking her back.
“You did well, sweetheart. You’ve finally brought them justice.”
Justice was served, but then what? The warm scent of her parents was nevering back. Even if she soaked the altar in the blood of her enemies, her grief didn’t lessen by half.
But she knew that from now on, she had to live bravely and strong for them. Otherwise, the sacrifice of the Frostfangs would mean nothing.
The two killers weren’t dead yet. They twitched in a pool of blood, their lips moving to form a faint, garbled sound.
Lance leaned in and heard it.
“They’re saying ‘I’m sorry,” Lance whispered to Adide and Beata.
Beata broke down, sobbing hysterically.
“What’s the use of ‘sorry‘? Can ‘sorry‘ bring my family back?”
Paisley pulled the girl into a tight hug. She wasn’t good atfort, so she just awkwardly patted Beata’s
back.
“Just cry. Let it all out.”
The ceasefire <b>was </b>signed. Thest of the killers‘ blood ran cold. The tragedy of the Frostfangs had finally reached its end in the wilderness wind.
Avery dragged the stiff corpses to a deep pit far away and left them for the vultures. It was thest bit of mercy thisnd would offer them.
The next morning, Alpha Zander walked out of the estate and arrived at the ckthorn packhouse.
Adide had brought Cedric back early that morning. The shadow that had hung over House Doyle and the ckthorns for years was finally torn open by the sun.
The moment Cedric saw Zander, he lunged at him. Zander hoisted the boy onto his shoulders, rubbing his stubbly chin against the pup’s face. Lisa brought out freshly roasted venison, the scent drawing everyone to the table.
“Ulrik wasn’tpletely stripped of his rank,” Zander said after a moment of silence. “He still holds the title of Deputy Commander of the Royal Guard.”
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Adide looked up.
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“It’s a mercy from Lycan Erasmus.” Zander exined. “If the King prosecuted him for high treason, then Russell and half the officers at the Bloodscar border would be held ountable too.”
Adide agreed. Russell was the one who had authorized Ulrik and Velda’s mission to Snowdeer Town in the first ce.
From the start, Lycan Erasmus intended to protect his bestbat generals.
Lisa pushed the tter of venison to the center of the table. “Alright, enough talk about the mess. We’re having a real meal tonight. In a couple of days, we’re heading back to the border.”
“So soon?” Cedric’s ears drooped. He grabbed Zander’s thick arm.
“Can’t you stay a few more days? I want to take you to our training grounds!”
Zanderughed, tossing Cedric into the air and catching him easily.
“Tell you what–next year when the weather warms up, I’ll have Lance and Adide bring you to the Bloodscar border! We have snow–capped mountains and hunting grounds that’ll put the capital to shame!”
“Really?” Cedric turned to Adide, his eyes shining like moonstones. “Can we go to the border next year? Please?”
Adide ruffled his hair. “It’s a deal.”
Cedric cheered and did a somersault on the fur rug.
The little pup who had watched his family die was finally, bit by bit, stepping out of the shadows of his childhood.
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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.