Third Person's POV
Rosemary's wolf spirit struggled to sit up in bed. Her cedar pheromones were weak but sharp, tugging at the wolf-head totem hanging by the bedside.
"What happened?" she asked in a weak yet firm voice.
Eventually, she learned the truth and stared blankly for a long time before giving a bitter smile. "Oh? Not even a general anymore? Not a werewolf warrior either? Then what did our Bloodmoon Pack ever see in her? She's nothing but a useless waste."
Her tone was laced with both venom and helplessness.
She coughed violently, wolf's bane syrup spilling from the corner of her mouth and searing a black mark into the sheet.
Indeed, Adelaide from the Frostfang Pack, though trained from a young age, was extremely well-mannered and took the initiative to handle her responsibil
