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Ulrik shook his head. He didn’t want to talk more about Adelaide, fearing it would spark another argument.
But Velda gathered her cloak and smirked, “Naturally, it’s to keep her from causing trouble. I heard, she went to Lycan Erasmus the day after our bonding ceremony. Then the royal guard sent her back to the Frostfang Pack, where she’s been under watch. She must’ve made some excessive demands to Lycan Erasmus–probably related to you and me. She can’t bear to see us do well.”
Though Ulrik had heard rumors, he didn’t dare to look into it and was surprised Velda had found
out on her own.
“When we return victorious from the southern border, it will be interesting to see if she shows jealousy,” she said, linking her arm with his, her eyes filled with triumph.
Ulrik couldn’t help but say, “The Davidson family has a glorious military legacy. She may not be envious.”
“What does the Davidson family’s legacy have to do with her? She’s just reaping the rewards of her father’s and brothers‘ sacrifices. Where is her own achievement?” Velda sneered, then feigned pity. “Forget it, she’s pitiable enough. I don’t want to make her life harder.”
In the past, hearing this would have filled Ulrik with admiration.
But after the bonding ceremony, he realized Velda’s disdain for she–wolves was even more pronounced than that of many male wolves.
The dark night swallowed the world, hiding the stars behind clouds, leaving only thick darkness.
The news of Ulrik and Velda heading to the southern border thrilled and worried Rosemary.
She repeatedly caressed the silver wolf’s–head pendant- a gift from Ulrik after his first military merit. The bloodmoon stone in the wolf’s eyes warmed with her heartbeat.
She knew the battlefield was a crucible–a place where heroes were forged and the weak consumed.
In victory, the wolf’s–head flag would be planted on the enemy’s totem pole; in defeat, one would lose their life.
After reflecting on all her emotions, she trusted her son and Velda.
After all, at the Bloodscar Border, Velda had been the primary contributor to their success .
She was capable.
Moreover, as wolf generals, not mere warriors, they would command from the tactical tent,
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With this thought, she finally released her tightly bitten lower lip, now pale, and called out to an Omega, “Polish Ulrik’s Magma Wolf Scale Armor three more times–my children will return triumphantly, treading on the bones of the Dragon Ash wolves.”
A few days after the two led the reinforcements out of the capital, the informants embedded in the Dragon Ash Kingdom finally sent back a bloody animal–skin dispatch.
As Lycan Erasmus’s fingertips brushed the frost–fire scorch mark on the dispatch’s edge, the moon–diadem imprint on the back of his neck trembled violently. Every claw mark matched those on the urgent report Alpha Lance had sent from the southern border three days prior.
The
young emperor crushed the gilded wolf’s–head candlestick on his desk.
“Half a month! A full half a month!” he shouted, his voice trembling with imminent rage.
Though Velda claimed they could arrive before the Western Tribes, Erasmus, a battle–seasoned veteran, knew it was impossible.
He said frustration, “How could I have thought Adelaide was petty enough to want to get back at Ulrik? The intelligence she provided was crucial, yet I doubted her.”
Beta Fabian said softly, “It’s also because Miss Davidson forged Craig’s letter.”
Lycan Erasmus shook his head. “Without the forged letter, I would have trusted her even less. I would have thought she was trying to undermine Velda’s achievements.”
He suddenly recalled Adelaide’s first plea to dissolve the mate bond. Her eyes had held the cold, determined fire of the Warscar Training Camp–a look unfit for a noble she–wolf confined in a gilded cage.
Beta Fabian suddenly remembered something and said, “Lycan Erasmus, when I went to the Bloodmoon Pack, I happened to see Alpha Ulrik and Adelaide engage in a brief fight. Her combat skills are exceptional. Alpha Ulrik was clearly no match for her.”
“Ulrik must have been holding back,” Erasmus said. “Beta Fabian, go to the Frostfang Pack and bring Adelaide here. The Western Tribes‘ wolves‘ fickle stance suggests there might be more to the Battle of Bloodscar than I know. ”
Fabian went to the Frostfang Pack, and Valentin had no choice but to inform him truthfully.
When Fabian returned to report, he found Lycan Erasmus lost in thought, gazing at the southern border map.
Moonlight filtered through the frost–patterned windows , casting a cold shimmer on the moon- diadem imprint between his brows.
“She crossed the Dark Forest alone?” Erasmus suddenly chuckled, his fingertip tracing the “Direwolf’s Lair” on the map. “Irene of the Warscar Training Camp lives up to her reputation.”
After a pause , he said, “I’m curious why Luna Airella chose Ulrik as her mate back then. Why pick
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Fabian hesitated for a moment before softly saying, “Word has it that many wolves sought Adelaide’s favor, but only Ulrik swore to Luna Airella never to betray his mate.”
A displeased shadow crossed Lycan Erasmus’s eyes. “How ironic, Airella was mistaken.”
“Not just Ulrik, Luna Airella misjudged several others,” Fabian added.
Lycan Erasmus looked at him and asked, “Anything else?”
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