Velda's POV
Adelaide's voice was as fragile as cracking ice, "Eight months ago, Western Tribes' moles in our kingdom massacred the Frostfang Pack... Only the wolf guards with me at Bloodmoon Pack and a few Omegas survived."
Low growls erupted in the tent, pheromones chaotic with shock.
The deaths of Alpha Bentley and his six sons at Silvermoon Canyon were devastating enough; the annihilation of the Frostfang Alpha family was a disaster that could cripple any pack.
No one knew why those Western Tribes' moles were so crazy.
A cold smile played in my heart as I feigned horror—my wolf-head emblem gleamed coldly, a honor earned by merits.
"Adelaide, why hide the m******e of your own pack members?" I released doubt-laced mint pheromones. "What's your motive?"
"Enough!" Lance's icy white-m
