Ulrik's POV
A roar like thunder rolled over the plains outside Frostbite Town, shaking eardrums.
Adelaide straightened her spine, meeting the firm gaze of every wolf in the formation.
I and Velda stood apart, watching the Ironthorn Army stand to attention like a forest at sunset.
The wolf-head emblems on the warriors' shoulder armor gleamed coldly, a hundred times more brilliant than the tattered Bloodmoon Pack banner.
"These reinforcement wolves are ours. Why should they answer to Adelaide?" Velda fumed. "You shouldn't have held me back earlier. Lance is clearly favoring her."
I suppressed my irritation, cedar pheromones mingling with soothing undertones. "Even if they weren't under her command, they wouldn't follow us. The Ironthorn Army is Royal sodiers. Moreover, as supporting wo
