Third Person’s POV

Adide nodded. “Certainly, but I’ll need Alpha Ulrik to sign an IOU first.”

“Absurd!” Rosemary snappedb. /b

Adide leaned in, her voice soft as she steadied Rosemary’s back. “Don’t overexert yourself. Your herbs onlyst five days, and Shaman Digby won’t return after that.”

“What did you bsay/bb?/b” Rosemary’s

bony ws dug into Adide’s wrist, her moonstone bracelet biting into the skin.

Luna Rosemary had forgotten Adide’s Frostfang Alpha blood.

As aura mounted, Adide’s muscles instinctively tensed.

Sabrina seized the moment, shoving Adide’s shoulder. The second her fingers made contact, a wave of Alpha aura erupted

from Adide.

Sabrina stumbled backward, knocking over a chair. Her golden–tipped ears red in terror, pupils shrinking to slits under the moonlight–she’d caught the unmistakable scent of Alpha dominance.

“bYou /byou used aura on bme/b?”

Adide examined the red marks on her wrist, her pheromones lingering like an invisible caress.

Rosemary gasped, releasing her grip as if she’d touched burning opal, her withered bws /bbtrembling /bin the air.

“Sabrina,” Adide said, adjusting her sleeve, her tone as calm as if discussing tomorrow’s patrol. “Shaman Digby bsaid /bhe won’t

return. If you doubt it, confront him yourself.”

Sabrina stared at the fading temporary mark on bAdide’s /bneck–a stark contrast to the meek Luna who once gently distributed

cornflowers in the bpack /bsquare.

Her throaty usation dissolved binto /ba reluctant bwhimper/b, band /bunder Adide’s cold gaze, she bowed her head.

Rosemary let out a broken growl. “How dare you suppress Sabrina with your Alpha baura/b?”

Adide quirked a smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Gazing at the blood moon outsideb, /bbher /bpupils slit like a wolf’s in the moonlight, she added, “Just remembered–Frostfang’s

s bdaughter /bisn’t a wrist to be grabbed lightly.”

With that, Adide turned and left, the room’s bchaos /bbswallowed /bby night.

She immediately sent an Omega to fetch him, but Digby bdidn’t /bbappear/bb, /bonly sending a message bvia /bthe duty healer.

Rosemary refused to belleve Shaman Digby wouldn’te. He’d delivered medicine yesterday and detailed her condition.

bavia /b

The message, delivered verbatim, nearly sent Rosemary into ba /brage.

+15 Bonus

The duty healer ryed Digby’s message, “Don’t call me again. Bloodmoon’s actions are disheartening. Treating wolves with

such poor conduct makes me unhappy. As a rogue, bI /banswer to no pack.”

Rosemary fumed, “She must’ve ordered Digby to stop treating me. How heartless! When she bonded with Ulrik, I thought her

gentle. But she’s plotting my death without his medicine.”

Alpha Isaiah stayed silent, clearly displeasedb, /bfeeling Luna Adide had bgrown /bdisobedient.

He’d expected a tantrum, not a cutoff of his mate’s medicine–this was crossing a line.

When Alpha Isaiah summoned his second son, Wilmot, the young wolf was gnawing on a dried deer bone.

“Bring Ulrik home,” Alpha Isaiahmanded, mming the oak table and sending moonstone dust drifting. “By any means

no more stress for your mother.”

“Yes, Father!” Wilmot bolted out, aware Adide’s “outbursts” weren’t baseless, but knowing his father prized pack dignity over

truth.

Sabrina, meanwhile, stormed to Adide’s cottage–only to find the door locked.

“Adide, get out here!”

“Think hiding will save you? In Bloodmoon, byou /bstay hidden forever!”

Beata’s voice came from the door. “You wanted your bthings /bback? Return them first, then talk.”

Sabrina snapped, “Why should I? She gave them to me. You don’t take back gifts!”

She’d meant to return them–until she realized how many of her jewels and dresses were gifts from Adide. Returning them

would leave her with nothing decent.

Beata’s calm reply cut through her anger. “Gifts don’t give you leave to insult.”

Speechlessb, /bSabrina stormed off.

Beata returned inside, furning. b“/bGreedy bwolves/b. bWhere’s /bLycan King’s decree?”

“Can’t wait either,” Adide said with a faint smile.

“Luna Rosemary won’t me you. bYou /bhonored her wishes–bUlrik’s /bthe bone /bwho broke the bond.”

bBeata’s /bbeyes /bglistened. “This is Bloodmoon’s fault, not yours.”

Adide sighed softly. “bServing /bas Luna isn’t the Frostfang Alpha bloodline’s destiny.”