Adelaide's POV
When Alpha Lance found me, I was sharpening my silver claws with the new recruits.
His frost-kissed ears bristled with anger, and his voice had that gravelly growl unique to werewolves, "Pack up. I'm sending you back to the capital before dawn." I gripped the rust-stained whetstone, my bandaged knuckles straining from my wolf transformation. I said, "The Frostfang Pack doesn't have cowards. Unless you cut off my claws." He stared at my bleeding palm for what felt like ten heartbeats, then growled hoarsely, "Don't die too quickly," and strode away, his mud-splattered cloak flapping behind him.
My wolf nudged me and said, "His scent is intoxicating."
I ignored it. Angela peeked out from behind a barracks post, her rose-gold earrings catching the firelight.
"Does this wolf
