Chapter 87
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Third Person’s POV
Solanke’s eyes flickered with red as if touched by a cold wind.
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His shoulders shook slightly before relaxing, as if shedding a heavy burden. “Your words hold great significance for me and the Western Tribes‘ royal family, Adelaide,” he said.
A young wolf nearby, who had been holding back his emotions, suddenly covered his face and wept.
Though he had stood with hatred and anger in his eyes, Adelaide’s words struck a chord, offering solace to his wounded heart and triggering an emotional outburst.
Solanke, Dominic, and Adelaide each bore their own irreconcilable pain.
Yet, for the greater good, they opted for a pragmatic reconciliation.
Solanke turned to Ulrik, whose face was pale as paper, and said coldly, “Want to know what your mate has done? Go to the mountain. The sights up there are the karma for their sins.”
With that, Solanke and Dominic led their wolves away.
Adelaide looked at Ulrik and said calmly, “If you want to save Velda, take only your most trusted subordinates.”
Her suggestion aimed to preserve Ulrik and Velda’s dignity.
After all, if the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King had suffered humiliation, and the same fate befell them, it would be unspeakable.
But Ulrik, worried that Western Tribes‘ wolves might still linger on the mountain, asked Adelaide if he could take her team along.
After a moment of deep–gaz–ing at him, Adelaide asked, “Are you sure?”
Ulrik felt a strange tremor in his heart as he met her gaze, as if she’d touched the most hidden corner of
his soul.
He countered, “Can you tell me if Velda’s village massacre is true?”
“You should’ve asked Solanke just now,” Adelaide said coolly. “Or ask Velda yourself when you see her. Solanke won’t kill her.”
Ulrik couldn’t bear the thought of Velda committing such cruelty.
He recalled Solanke’s vague words–downplaying the massacre but emphasizing his apology to Adelaide.
If the massacre was real, then the Frostfang Pack’s slaughter was indirectly Velda’s doing.
She had killed Adelaide’s family, yet he had abandoned Adelaide for Velda.
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The realization hit Ulrik like a tidal wave of complex emotions, pressing down on his chest like a rock.
His wolf howled mournfully in his mind.
Though their mate bond had shattered, his wolf still yearned for Adelaide’s scent.
He refused to believe it. Velda wouldn’t do such a thing. He had to hear it from her himself.
Suddenly, Ulrik looked up, his eyes blazing with urgency and turmoil. “Solanke’s words aren’t wholly trustworthy. Gamma Adelaide, I want to go up the mountain with you. Let’s get to the bottom of this. If Velda admits-”
His face contorted in horror.
What would he do if Velda confessed?
What could he do?
The dead couldn’t be revived; the damage was irreversible.
Adelaide fell silent, then agreed to accompany him.
Ulrik distrusted Solanke and feared ambushes.
He couldn’t fathom the extent of the prisoners‘ suffering. In his mind, it was just torture.
He couldn’t imagine what horrors awaited them on the mountain.
Adelaide, however, was all too aware. This was exactly Solanke’s intention.
Though Velda hadn’t directly killed the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King’s son, the prince, after being released, had been so humiliated and physically broken that he took his own life.
Solanke wouldn’t kill Velda easily.
He’d mirror her cruelty, crushing her dignity and reputation.
Whether Velda would choose suicide or endure was to be seen.
Solanke knew rescuers would come.
Thousands of wolves had left, but who knew how many more hid in the shadows ?
At least Solanke was sure Ulrik would think so–he never truly understood the Western Tribes‘ style.
Ellen, on orders, had torches lit and led the wolves forward.
Paisley and the others followed without hesitation; they could guess what awaited them.
After a half–hour trek up the winding mountain path, the group reached a flat clearing.
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