A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Adelaide’s POV

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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.”

lignored it. Angela peeked out from behind a barracks post, her rose–gold earrings catching the firelight.

“Does this wolf general always behave like a savage?” she asked.

Paisley scuffed a frozen blood clod with her boot. The sulfur pheromones of the Western Tribal wolves mixed with her sigh. “After three years here, who isn’t a mess?”

True enough, the southern border had been a battleground for years.

My father had commanded here. Now it was Alpha Lance’s turn.

Halbert patted his curved blade and said, “Savages make the best fighters. It’s a good thing.”

On Christmas Eve, Frostbite Town’s gates burst open at dawn.

Waves of werewolf warriors flooded out, Western Tribes and Dragon Ash wolves in mixed armor, indistinguishable from each other.

Stepping onto the battlefield for the first time, my palms sweated around my spear.

Angela’s scream was swallowed by the drums. As I charged with the transformed wolves, I recalled my father’s notes, “In werewolf combat, there are no styles–just speed and sharper

claws.”

When my silver spear pierced a werewolf warrior’s throat, the warm blood splashed my wolf-

nose.

I wanted to find the enemy’s totem pole but saw golden–wolf riders in the distance–a classic

northern bait tactic.

I gritted my teeth and fought on. From sunrise to moonrise, my arms grew leaden.

My tongue was coated with dried blood, and bodies beneath my feet formed a macabre totem.

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Chapter 41

When the Dragon Ash warriors retreated into the town, I collapsed into the blood–mud, now icy.

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