Third Person's POV
In the wilderness, Adelaide raised her silver spear and thrust it at Ellen's right shoulder.
Ellen burst into laughter—was this weak strike even worthy of being called a battle move?
The fifteen-thousand-strong Ironthorn Army joined in the mockery. Judging by her grip, she probably couldn't even match a wolf pup's claws.
Yet, in an instant, Adelaide's fingertips burst with silver-blue bone spikes. Her seemingly delicate hands had partially shifted into wolf claw.
The silver spear, sensing the awakening of ancient blood, instantly crawled with frost-tooth runes. As the spear tip pierced the air, it emitted a shrill howl.
Ellen's muscles beneath his hardened scales suddenly convulsed—an instinctive reaction of a lower-ranking wolf to bloodline suppression.
His elong
