Adelaide's POV
Angela's once delicate face was smeared with blood, silver-blue coagulated blood resembling ice shards embedded in her skin.
She grimaced at the copper mirror. "I get your mom's logic, but Ulrik's a frozen ingrate."
Halbert yanked off a bloodied bandage to rewrap his arm wound, his wolf tail restlessly slapping the bed's edge. "If it were me, I'd have led the Frostfang guards to raid the Bloodmoon Pack! You even punched a grizzly in camp. Why go soft on that jerk?"
I leaned back on a pile of furs, my eyes shut. The mate-bond scar on my neck throbbed.
"The capital's not Shadow Peaks. I'm already labeled a 'rejected she-wolf.' If I scratch Ulrik, the whole Frostfang Pack'll be called 'savage brutes'—royals love such excuses to sneer."
"Why drag the pack into this?" Halbe
