Third Person’s POV
He sent Adelaide a brief encrypted message via communicator, urging her to drop everything and head to the Southern Border with Marsh’s mate and Digby right away.
The communicator, brought from the capital, was meant for quick messages.
Klein had gear too, but this time, only Digby and Marsh’s mate could help.
Digby would treat Marsh, and his mate might spark his will to live.
Sometimes willpower beats all odds; if not, at least they’d meet.
There was no other option.
Encrypted messages traveled fast. Ade
Encrypted messages traveled fast. Adelaide would likely set off soon, so they must be ready.
Lance suggested Eugene stay and recover before returning to the capital, but Eugene insisted on accompanying Marsh.
“We have always stuck together. I won’t leave him now,” he said firmly.
Magnus also teared up. “We’ll all stay with him,” he pleaded.
Though injured, Magnus wasn’t badly hurt.
Stewart had wanted him to rest, thinking Marsh would be treated in Frostbite Town.
“Alright, we’ll go together,” Lance agreed.
But no one felt joyful.
Back in Frostbite Town, they were of course happy. The excitement was indescribable. But after the werewolf doctor examined Marsh and said the situation was really bad, no one could laugh anymore.
Lance approached Tad and requested an army werewolf doctor to accompany them, to which Tad immediately agreed—there were, after all, multiple army werewolf doctors available.
Tad had already dispatched his report. Once all the political calculations had settled, he looked at the eleven individuals and felt a growing respect for them, especially upon hearing of Marsh’s critical condition, which filled him with deep concern.
No matter what, he was, at his core a werewolf general. Even though he had once considered abandoning Eugenius, seeing them return safely stirred excitement within him.
Heroes deserve admiration unless they threaten your status.
But these eleven returned safely thanks to both Lance and Tad’s efforts–Tad had sent Stewart and Abbot, after all.
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He wanted to save Marsh too, partly for his own gain–Marsh was the Hornbeam Park Alpha Tad’s position in the military was shaky. He needed strong pack support.
He hadn’t expected Eugene to be part of the Eugenius Scout Team.
Gloria had mated again. As a distant relative, Tad didn’t know how to face Eugene and chose to pretend not to recognize him–after all, their relationship was now nonexistent.
In the capital, at the Blackthorn Pack, Adelaide was jolted awake by Avery’s loud knocking.
The force almost shattered the door, and his shout, tinged with a wolf–howl, echoed through the night, “Adelaide, it’s urgent!”
Avery, usually respectful, now stood at her door. His formality suggested grave news.
The glands in Adelaide’s neck tightened abruptly, and the alpha aura of the Frostfang Alpha dispersed her sleepiness in an instant.
She quickly dressed as Beata opened the outer door, her silver–tipped ears still fuzzy from sleep.
Avery entered and said, “I just received an emergency message from Alpha Lance. We need to find Doctor Digby and Marsh’s mate immediately.”
Adelaide took the communicator, which read, “Rescue successful, but Marsh is badly hurt. Bring Doctor Digby and his mate to Frostbite Town at once.”
“Marsh? Eugenius is Marsh? Not Eugene?” she thought.
“Avery, ready the carriage. Pack supplies. I’m leaving the capital,” she ordered.
She told an omega, Jasmine, to pack practical clothes and fetch her deputy commander’s decree.
Paisley, discussing with Priscilla, heard the commotion and rushed over. “What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked.
Adelaide said, “Paisley, go to Digby’s medical center and get Doctor Digby. Tell him someone’s critically injured and I need him in Frostbite Town. I’m heading to the Hornbeam Pack to find Lynette.”
She handed Paisley the message and went to change.
After reading it, Paisley jumped with joy but then grew solemn, “I’ll get Doctor Digby right away.”
Dressed, Adelaide and Beata headed to the Hornbeam Pack.
“Beata, what time is it?” Adelaide asked.
“Ten p.m.,” Beata replied, both nervous and emotional. “Adelaide, will Marsh be alright?”
“Of course!” Adelaide said resolutely. “Speed is crucial.”
This was why she insisted on leaving immediately–not a second to lose. Every moment’s delay increased Marsh’s peril.
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