Chapter 86
Third Person’s POV
They walked until they were twenty–five meters away from each side’s warriors.
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The wind was so loud that only someone like Paisley could overhear their conversation at this distance.
Solanke looked at Adelaide, who stood confidently despite her slight frame and lack of weapons. She seemed far more poised than her youthful appearance suggested.
Her face was a mask of confidence and calm as she stood before him, unhesitating and composed.
In contrast, Solanke scanned his surroundings with sharp, wary eyes.
Solanke was aware of Ulrik, but their acquaintance stemmed from a distant encounter at the Bloodscar Border.
“I’m Solanke,” he said to Adelaide. “You carry Alpha Bentley’s spirit, a true Davidson heir.”
His tone was admiring, but his gaze was complicated.
Adelaide stood silently, her expression cold.
Ulrik, without bowing, demanded, “Where’s Velda? Is she dead or alive?”
“You’re Ulrik, once Adelaide’s mate, now Velda’s,” Solanke said with a disdainful glance.
Ulrik, sensing the contempt, clenched his fists. “Tell me if Velda’s dead or alive. You have no right to harm prisoners.”
“Our wolves were slaughtered by yours,” Solanke said icily. “You have no standing to lecture us.”
Ulrik felt a chill under Solanke’s hawk–like stare and instinctively stepped back.
Solanke, uninterested in further debate, turned to Adelaide. His expression was complex before he spoke.
“I apologize for the Western Tribes‘ actions against your pack. The orders were given by our wolves after learning of Velda’s massacres and torture of prisoners in Snowdeer Town. Our Lycan King strictly forbids civilian massacres. Though Velda violated the agreement first, I apologize and ask for your forgiveness.”
Ulrik, shocked, shouted, “What are you talking about? This isn’t possible!”
Ignoring Ulrik, Solanke continued. “We respected Alpha Bentley and Alpha Lance. Alpha Bentley always honored our treaties, attacking up to your border and then retreating. We deeply regret what happened to the Frostfang Pack. It’s a debt we owe the Davidsons.”
He paused, then added resolutely, “A debt owed only to you.”
He made no mention of the Western Tribes‘ Lycan King’s son, who had been humiliated and driven to suicide, instead using Velda’s village massacre as a pretext for confrontation.
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As a werewolf warrior, Velda had committed unforgivable sins against civilians.
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Solanke could not condone the cruel torture of the Lycan King’s son by Velda, nor could he accept the massacring of the Frostfang Pack’s she–wolves and pups.
He apologized to Adelaide, but the Lycan King’s son would never receive Velda’s apology.
However, issues needed resolution. The two nations couldn’t remain in perpetual enmity.
As neighboring powers, they required trade and cultural exchange for mutual development.
This was Solanke’s vision and Lance’s hope–a meeting like this would not have occurred otherwise.
Adelaide fell silent, visibly struggling to contain her grief.
After a long moment, she raised her head, her eyes red and brimming with tears.
Her voice trembled as she said, “I believe most of Velda’s wolves are either dead or broken. Your revenge is done. But I know the wolves involved in my family’s massacre returned to your tribe. My revenge isn’t finished. Their lives must pay for what they’ve done.”
Solanke looked at her with sorrow and complexity. “If that’s the case, then our debts are settled. I’ve already executed the wolves who returned. You may mourn in peace. But the pain inflicted on the Western Tribes is irreparable–a lasting shame and agony. Even killing Velda and her wolves won’t erase it.”
Adelaide nodded silently, understanding Solanke’s words.
“I can’t speak for others, but this tragedy is a shared pain and shame for all who know of it.”
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