Third Person's POV
Adelaide licked the blood from her lips and drank the last swallow of wine from the bag.
The distant smoke, mixed with the scent of blood, drifted from Frostbite Town, whose walls loomed in the dusk.
Her silver spear dragged a long blood streak on the ground. Her heartbeat matched the heavy rhythm of the wolf-head flag in the night wind.
This was just the beginning. Velda's debts and the Western Tribes' hidden blades would all be settled here on the southern border.
Alpha Lance adjusted tactics with precision, leading the charge like a well-oiled machine, his golden-trimmed blade cutting through enemies.
The blade sliced through the Western Tribes' wolf warriors' armor, avoiding fatal spots to leave deep gashes around joints—a psychological tactic to overwhelm the
