Third Person's POV
"In wartime, we don't harm civilians or kill prisoners," Ulrik's silver-moss green pupils suddenly glowed red, his wolf tail trembling violently beneath his armor.
"This is the pact we signed with the Western Tribes. Before Bloodscar Border, I told you countless times, and you swore you'd remember."
He roared in fury, veins bulging on his forehead like twisted worms.
"Now you tell me—what have you actually remembered? You've not only tortured prisoners but also massacred civilians. Do you even deserve to call yourself a werewolf warrior?"
Velda was terrified by his ferocious expression, tears streaming down.
She sobbed, "But I did sign the treaty and establish the border. Lycan Erasmus is pleased. Only a thousand or so Western Tribes' wolves died. Am I really that
