Chapter 217

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Velda was in a panic. Her pheromones fluctuated wildly, and a rotten scent emanated from the glands in the back of her neck.
Her pupils rapidly shifted between wolf and human, showing her unstable state.
Her fingers elongated into sharp nails that tore her clothes, yet she felt nothing.
She muttered, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Those werewolves hid Western Tribe warriors. They weren’t ordinary civilians. I was right to eliminate them. Your family was killed by Western Tribe warriors, and it has nothing to do with me.”
“Right, it’s unrelated. I’m not wrong,” she said, swallowing hard and trying to crawl away.
Adelaide’s voice came from behind. “Just like that, crawling on the ground. My brother’s mate tried to protect the children. She was badly hurt but forced herself to crawl toward her children, leaving a trail of blood. She finally collapsed beside them.”
Velda froze, the scene flashing in her mind, making her shudder even more.
“You say I hate you because you took Ulrik?”
“Compared to my family, Ulrik is nothing. I don’t value him at all,” Adelaide’s voice seemed distant, almost surreal.
Yet the aura she radiated made Velda’s wolf howl frantically.
Adelaide looked down at her, her eyes void of compassion.
“My hatred for you is beyond words–it’s the hatred of the entire Frostfang Pack. But I can’t kill you revenge. If this were exposed, it would bring shame to our kingdom.”
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“I have to endure, to swallow this humiliation. My father and brothers sacrificed their lives on the southern border battlefield to protect the kingdom. So I must endure,” Adelaide’s wolf whined painfully in her mind.
She spun around and glared at Velda.
“How dare you say the Davidson family isn’t loyal to the kingdom? Who do you think you are to make such accusations? You asked why I didn’t save you. Let me tell you: I couldn’t save you because you brought this upon yourself.”
“Solanke led troops to the southern border, targeting you. They’d already seized the area and held back forces during the attack on Darkclaw Town, waiting in the mountains for you to walk into their trap.”
“Should I have led thousands of werewolf warriors to clash with their army, sacrificing them to save you who violated the treaty? No one would do that.”
Adelaide crouched down, her eyes cold. “Your self–destruction isn’t just about the Bloodscar Border. On
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the southern battlefield, Alpha Lance wanted you in a reserve position for protection. But you , seeking glory , charged ahead , disrupting our tactics and triggering Solanke’s trap .”
“You caused all this. No one has to risk their life for someone greedy, reckless , and self–destructive . ”
Velda recalled the battlefield details. She’d reviewed everything and knew she’d fallen into a trap.
She had her suspicions about many things and was well aware of the truth, but she just refused to accept it, clinging to excuses and rationalizations.
Her biggest excuse was that Alpha Lance was trying to advance Adelaide’s position, so he’d declared beforehand that her contributions in this campaign wouldn’t be officially recognized.
But now , with Adelaide breaking it all down, Velda had nowhere to hide.
She could only shuffle to the door, curl up, and mutter, “No, it’s not like that.”
Adelaide stood before the moonlight altar. The wolf–head statues behind her cast a soft glow, blurring her features.
“Velda, you’re still alive. You should be grateful,” her voice echoed.
“My family can never come back. All because of you. Of course I hate you. I endured all this , planning to leave you be, but why did you come here? Before the truth reached me, even when you and Ulrik sought to mate, I respected you as a she–wolf willing to fight for the kingdom.”
She stepped closer, her shadow enveloping Velda. “But the truth is ugly. Your glory cost my family’s lives. Yet here you are, boasting before me. You preach capability and pride, but when you schemed against the Frostfang Pack’s assets, your greed was blatant. Your hunger for glory was grotesque–far uglier than the scars on your face .”
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