Third Person's POV
After the Frostfang Pack was massacred by the Western Tribe, Mallory bought several ink bottles to ease his guilt, but they remained unsent.
His wolf whimpered in his mind—a sound of grief and uncertainty.
Mallory squatted down, lifted Cedric into his arms, and choked out, "I didn't break my promise. I bought new ink long ago, waiting to give it to you."
His pheromones carried a hint of pine resin, a soothing scent meant to calm his emotions.
Cedric's small hand wiped the tears from Mallory's face. His ears twitched slightly, sensing the emotional fluctuations around him.
He struggled to get down, wanting to walk in himself.
Seeing this, Adelaide's anger melted away.
"Let him down. He prefers to walk on his own," she said gently, though her voice betrayed her fat
