Third Person's POV
The air buzzed with deafening cheers, but all Velda heard was a persistent droning in her head.
"I won't accept it! I won't accept it!"
She was well aware that she didn't have Adelaide's noble birth or stellar mentors.
Adelaide's prowess stemmed from being the daughter of the Frostfang Pack's Alpha, which naturally drew the guidance of powerful werewolves.
Velda's defeat wasn't just at Adelaide's hands—it was at the mercy of their disparate backgrounds.
"Velda," Ulrik said, grasping her hand. "Are you alright?"
"I didn't lose," Velda insisted, her voice trembling as tears streamed down. "If I had her advantages, I'd never be defeated."
Ulrik fell silent for a moment, then murmured in acknowledgment.
Lance had already risen to his feet, tossing Adelaide's silver
