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Chapter 83
Chapter 83
Adelaide’s POV
“Are we just going to wait here? Wait for them to mercifully return the captives?”
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Ulrik’s impatience was palpable. His wolf cars perked up in anger, and his cedar–scented pheromones signaled his rage.
“Yes, we wait for them to send them back,” I said steadily, meeting his gaze without flinching,
He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “You’re insane! Why would they just let them go? Do you think they’re philanthropists?”
“Nothing in this world comes easily,” I said, pausing as if lost in thought. “Just like the Bloodscar Border treaty didn’t materialize out of thin air.”
Ulrik froze, stunned and confused.
“What are you implying?”
I asked calmly, “Do you really believe Solanke withdrew to the Western Tribes‘ border just because Velda spread rumors of Alpha Lance’s impending support? If you do, you’re not fit to be an Alpha or even a werewolf warrior–it’s implausible.”
Ulrik’s lips tightened. I knew he’d had doubts.
He sighed, “Before the final battle, I asked Velda, but since it was over, I didn’t press further.”
His voice trembled, “So why did Solanke do this? Please tell me.”
“Wait here, and you’ll find out,” I said, leading Paisley back to the fire.
Everyone continued to warm themselves.
Piles of firewood, brought by the Western Tribes, were stacked on the prairie outside the town.
They were placed there for easy access when needed, as delivering them into town might lead to looting.
They were well–prepared for the Southern Border campaign.
Though hungry, we couldn’t return to Darkclaw Town yet.
We didn’t know how many of Solanke’s wolves remained or where they were–hidden in mountains or grasslands.
Ulrik was on edge, pacing restlessly.
Despite trying not to focus on him, I noticed his frequent glances my way.
With Paisley and others beside me and Ellen nearby, he retreated to his subordinates.
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Chapter 83
Velda’s disappearance made him uneasy.
Soon, he gathered his team and ventured into the desert with torches.
I watched him leave without a word.
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The Western Tribes wouldn’t venture into the prairie. They’d come too far to risk a conflict with the local wolf packs there.
As for the mountains bordering the prairie, that was the direction the Dragon Ash Wolf Kingdom forces had taken. Solanke wouldn’t bring Velda there.
So, the desert was the only possibility.
If they were in the desert, they wouldn’t have gone far.
In the freezing winter nights, the desert’s cold was brutal.
I didn’t stop him.
He wouldn’t take his warriors deep into the desert; he’d likely just search the perimeter.
Paisley asked, “Is Velda really captured by the Western Tribes?”
I nodded, “Almost certain.”
“What’s the point of waiting here then? Let the Western Tribes kill her,” Paisley said.
She would be glad to see Velda suffer a miserable death.
Putting aside what Velda’s done, Paisley had never liked her. She always looked so smug, and that was enough to rub Paisley the wrong way.
Watching the fire dwindle, I added wood, remembering the gruesome scene upon my return to the Frostfang Pack–corpses and blood everywhere.
The pain surged again.
Who wouldn’t want Velda dead? But death might not be the best revenge.
Solanke likely thought the same.
He probably wouldn’t kill Velda.
Lance’s order to wait here suggested Solanke had communicated with him.
Lance had mentioned having contacts in Frostbite Town, and likely Darkclaw Town too.
This wait was by Lance’s and Solanke’s design.
By midnight, we were exhausted but not cold, thanks to the abundant firewood.
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Lance sent provisions–compressed biscuits, enough to fill our bellies
Abbot relayed Lance’s command. Continue waiting here and take turns sleeping
“Must so many of us stay? I asked.
Abbot replied. “Lance insists. He says we can’t easily trust someone’s promises”
This confirmed Lance and Solanke had a secret agreement.
Abbor lett.
The Southern Border was reclaimed, but the battlefield still needed cleaning.
Victory brought joy, but also sSOTTOW.
Some comrades who fought with us would never see victory–they’d closed their eyes forever.
Before dawn. Ulrik returned.
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