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“I did send a letter to Lycan Erasmus, imitating Craig’s handwriting, but he saw through it. Alpha Lance, do you believe me?” I asked.
“Prunella’s info is reliable. But Lycan Erasmus doesn’t quite get lone wolves without a pack, except for Craig,” he said.
I didn’t expect him to know so much about the Warscar Training Camp.
My heart, which had been in my throat the whole journey, finally eased a bit.
Only then did I realize how exhausted I was. My legs trembled, and I plopped down on a folding chair, forgetting all about etiquette.
It had been two years since I’d last gone through days of nonstop running. Plus, my wolf form after shifting wasn’t as strong as it used to be back at the training camp.
Alpha Lance grinned, showing his white teeth. “Tired, huh? How many days did it take you to get here?”
“Five,” I panted, my throat raw as if stuffed with prickly straw. “I’m fine.”
“Amazing!” His eyes flashed with approval. He bellowed outside, “Get some food ready!”
Immediate, thunderous acknowledgments came from outside.
Without time to thank him, I quickly said, “Aren’t you going to figure out a strategy? Or send for reinforcements from Lycan Erasmus?”
He leaned back on the tactical table, his long fingers drumming on his pants, squinting.
“Our quickest reinforcements would take half a month. Right now, we need to recruit more wolf warriors here to hold off the first attack,” he said.
Turning to me with added approval in his gaze, he said, “You did right to come here in person. If it were just a messenger, I might not have had time to deploy. I’ll have someone take you to rest for a couple of days, then you should head back.”
“I won’t go back,” I growled, the tent’s copper nails rattling from the force. My elongated nails scraped my chest plate, sparking blue–purple flames.
Rust–scented pheromones mixed with gunpowder surged as the wolf hairs on my neck exploded into icy crystals under his pressure.
Alpha Lance’s rust–scented pheromones suddenly solidified, and the embers from the bonfire burst into scarlet iron water mid–air.
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happens to you, how would I face your mother? Also, you’re Alpha Ulrik’s mate now. By the way, he should have returned to the Bloodmoon Pack. Why send you, a Luna, to deliver the message alone?”
His words stunned me.
It made sense that he followed the Bloodscar border affairs, but how did he even know about me becoming Ulrik’s mate?
However, he knew I had become the Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack but was unaware that the Frostfang Pack had been wiped out.
I said nothing, lowered my eyes in silence for a moment, then looked up and asked, “Aren’t you curious why the Western Tribes allied with the Dragon Ash Kingdom wolves? They signed a non- aggression pact only to break it, disguising their forces to invade alongside the enemy.”
In truth, I was more surprised that he believed me so easily. Even Lycan Erasmus had doubted me, yet he didn’t ask any extra questions.
Alpha Lance reached up and scratched his matted beard, his knuckles sinking into the stubble and couldn’t pull free.
His brows furrowed even more, yet his eyes gleamed fiercely like a wild beast’s. “The victory at Bloodscar was fishy from the start. I’ve already sent people to investigate upon receiving the report, though the results are still pending. Do you know what’s odd?”
I didn’t reply but instead asked, “Why do you think the victory was questionable?”
He tapped the Bloodscar marker on the map, analyzing clearly, “In this battle, your two uncles were casualties, and Alpha Zander was critically injured. The reinforcements were Ulrik, but with his limited combat experience, he followed Alpha Zander’s orders to burn the enemy’s food storage–a mere delaying tactic. Yet supposedly, a mere show of force with a fire raid forced the Western Tribes to surrender? I don’t buy it.”
His analysis filled me with admiration.
Only a wolf warrior with decades of battle experience could use the wolf’s unique keen intuition to see through the absurdity of repelling the enemy by merely burning their supplies.
Especially in a decades–long border tug–of–war, the Western Tribes wouldn’t surrender so easily over damaged provisions.
“So, what’s your theory?” Alpha Lance pressed, his cedar scent bearing down on me with Alpha authority.
My wolf growled discontentedly in my mind.
But I held nothing back. Given his capabilities, if he sent someone to investigate, they’d likely uncover the truth anyway.
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“I don’t know. The Bloodscar report didn’t mention it. Of course, I only saw the transcribed copies in the royal archives–not necessarily the full documents submitted to Lycan Erasmus.”
“You infiltrated the royal archives?” His aura flared golden, the wolf–head emblem gleaming coldly in the candlelight. “Do you realize accessing royal archive secrets is a grave offense? You’re too reckless! Why not consult your mate, Alpha Ulrik? He commanded the reinforcing wolves.”
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