Adelaide's POV
I returned to my courtyard and immediately penned a letter, dispatching a former Frostfang guard—shifted and under cover—to Warscar Training Camp by night.
The southern border battle gnawed at me like a splinter.
Scattered clues hinted at something amiss, but I'd keep conjectures buried until hard evidence surfaced.
My maternal grandfather, Alpha Zander, and my two uncles had been stationed at the border for years. Last winter, they deployed with wolf warriors to aid the Southern Tribe's war effort. When the Western Tribe retaliated, Bloodmoon lacked the warriors to hold the line.
Ulrik and Velda had gone to reinforce them, but what exactly transpired on the battlefield?
For the following month, I sealed Frostfang's borders.
I appointed suitable individuals as Beta, G
