Third Person's POV
Adelaide responded modestly, her gaze lowered, and unconsciously rubbed the shadow wolf emblem on her armor. "You flatter me. This isn't just my doing. Alpha Lance planned and commanded the mission flawlessly. I merely followed his lead and benefited from his expertise. Compared to the seasoned warriors who’ve shed blood on the battlefield for years, my contributions are insignificant."
Gazing at the faint scar above Adelaide's brow, a relic of her mother's touch now dusted with battlefield grime, Clarissa's throat tightened.
"Female werewolves face far more challenges on the battlefield than male ones," she said softly, smoothing Adelaide's wind-tousled hair and brushing against the new downy hairs at her ear.
"Now that the war has ended, what are your plans? If you
