Third Person's POV
Since returning to the Frostfang Pack and learning of her father and brothers' deaths, Adelaide had buried her grief deep within.
Lance picked up his carving knife again and began working on a memorial plaque for Adelaide's eldest brother. Seemingly casual, he asked, "What are your plans after we return to the capital? Or are you considering taking another mate?"
Adelaide was taken aback. "My mother doesn't want me to follow in my father's footsteps," she replied.
Lance looked up, his eyes briefly flickering with some hidden emotion. "Your mother hopes you'll find a mate."
Adelaide sighed softly. "I've already tried that."
A complex glint crossed Lance's eyes. "Your bond with Ulrik is broken. Perhaps you'll find a second chance."
Adelaide forced a smile, her eyes
