Third Person's POV
The Frostfang wolves loaded their luggage into trucks, their convoy rolling through Bloodmoon's iron gates with finality.
No one from Bloodmoon dared to stop them—Lycan Erasmus's decree had taken effect.
Adelaide, now Frostfang's Alpha and heir to a royal council seat, left with the blessing of the Moon Goddess's council, far beyond the Tenar clan's reach.
After a long silence, Isaiah, Ulrik's father, murmured, "Adelaide would've made a fine Luna. She managed the pack well."
Tamara turned to Ulrik. "What did you see in Velda? How is she better than Adelaide?"
Ulrik's throat tightened as he recalled Velda's letter—the one demanding half of Adelaide's wealth.
He remembered her words, "Hesitating? So you do have greed in you."
Tamara sighed. "Velda won't care for Lu
