Third Person's POV
Velda knew the Western Tribes had no history of abusing prisoners.
If they wanted to t*****e her, they would have done it already.
But soon, her glimmer of hope was extinguished like a burst bubble.
Outside, a roaring bonfire cast a warm, orange glow on the snow, but the cabin remained cold.
The door burst open with a loud crash, and a towering figure, radiating powerful Alpha aura, slowly entered.
Even though he had his back to the bonfire outside, Velda instantly recognized Solanke, the Western Tribes' commander who'd signed the Bloodscar Border treaty with her.
Velda trembled like a leaf, pressing against the wall, her eyes wide with terror.
She recalled Solanke's imposing presence during the treaty-signing, how he'd agreed to her terms without hesitation, onl
