Third Person's POV
Adelaide held Cedric's small hand as they slowly walked out of the Frostfang Pack.
Cedric's leg injury made it hard for him to walk fast. Rushing would cause him to limp and risk falling.
Valentine turned away, tears streaming down his face. He'd endured leg-breaking pain himself—his leg, crushed by a giant bear years ago, still caused him discomfort. Compared to Cedric, though, he was fortunate.
At the royal conference room, Lycan Erasmus and Clarissa waited.
Erasmus's icy pheromones filled the air. As Cedric stepped inside, the scar on the back of his neck glowed—a reaction to the Lycan King's aura.
Every step he took was cautious, as if fearing to disrupt the fragile peace.
His silver-blue eyes betrayed his fear, an instinctive response to Erasmus's power. Yet
