Chapter 85

Third Person’s POV
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Adelaide coldly remarked, “Use your brain. Why are they on the mountain instead of retreating? Why capture Velda? And why come to the southern border after signing the treaty?”
Without waiting for a reply, she walked away, leaving Ulrik standing alone.
The setting sun bathed his face in light, yet he stood motionless, deep in thought.
These hints from Adelaide suggested something horrifying, but he refused to believe it.
He returned to Adelaide and said through gritted teeth, “You’re just creating rumors out of hatred for Velda because of me. You’re a malicious and venomous woman.”
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Paisley, enraged, attempted to strike him with her whip, but Adelaide stopped her.
“Ignore him. He clearly disdains us; keeping our distance is fine.”
Ulrik’s provocation fell on deaf ears, leaving him further humiliated.
Now, he had no choice but to wait.
Meanwhile, in a mountain cabin, Velda wasn’t physically tortured but subjected to verbal and emotional
abuse.
She lay disheveled amidst the groans of wounded werewolves.
As Solanke’s wolf claws pierced the mark on her nape, the gland, imprinted with Ulrik’s hasty mating mark, erupted in ice–crystals.
Solanke’s white–sage pheromones flooded her torn gland, forcing her elongated nails back to human form.
Velda bit her lip, her fangs drawing blood.
Squatting beside her, Solanke observed her face, scarred by carved words. “You thought I’d kill you?”
Velda trembled, sensing the killing intent in his eyes.
“Yes, I will kill you,” he said, his hand tightening around her throat.
The choking grip brought unbearable pain and dizziness.
Visions of her bright future as the Bloodmoon Pack’s Luna flashed before her eyes.
She couldn’t accept this.
She didn’t want to die, but if they were determined to kill her, she wished they’d do it now and spare her further suffering.
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As darkness threatened to consume her, Solanke released her.
Gasping for air, Velda fought the overwhelming dizziness.
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Solanke’s cold voice pierced the silence, “This is just the beginning, What’s the point of killing you? Death I would be too merciful.”
Velda clutched her throat, panic in her voice, “What… what do you want?”
Solanke replied, “This is enough.”
He stood, left the cabin, and ordered his men to withdraw.
He sent word to Alpha Lance, expecting a meeting on the grasslands below.
And the commander of that troop was the one he wanted to meet.
As night fell, Solanke and his men descended the mountain.
Adelaide and her team immediately sensed the movement.
Adelaide stood and announced, “Stay alert, weapons at the ready.”
All the werewolf warriors rose to their feet instantly, shields and weapons in hand.
The Western Tribes‘ warriors moved swiftly down the mountain, forming three rows.
The front row carried torches, with one every ten steps.
Despite the icy conditions, they walked steadily, their specially–made boots preventing slips.
Their disciplined march served as a warning to Adelaide: a large–scale war with the Western Tribes would not end well for her.
Soon, the Western Tribes‘ warriors stood on the grasslands.
No one made a move.
Ulrik rushed forward and roared, “Where have you taken Velda?”
Solanke emerged from the crowd. Ulrik hesitated but didn’t approach.
Solanke glanced at him but didn’t reply.
His gaze shifted to Adelaide, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
“Gamma Adelaide, may I speak with you privately?” he asked.
Adelaide, holding her silver spear, agreed. “Very well.”
Solanke noticed her spear and sighed. “Unarmed. But if it reassures you, bring one more. I’ll come alone.”
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Paisley immediately volunteered, but Adelaide chose Ulrik instead. “You accompany me.”
Ulrik was surprised but quickly agreed.
He wanted to know where Velda was and whether she was dead or alive.
He was puzzled why Adelaide had chosen him instead of her friend.
Solanke was unarmed, and Adelaide handed her silver spear to Paisley.
As for Ulrik, he was reluctant to put down his weapon and hesitated for a while.
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Adelaide said indifferently, “If they wanted to fight, they would have done it directly. Our 20,000 men are definitely no match for their 100,000.”
Only then did Ulrik go with Adelaide.