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Third Person’s POV
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Adelaide accompanied the Davidson family to the Frostfang Pack’s wolf pack square to watch the theater troupe’s performance.
Cedric also attended, having once sneaked into a troupe to beg as a rogue and been driven out.
Today, he sat legitimately, free from the fear of ejection.
The tough times in the past made him appreciate everything he has now even more.
As the orchestra’s instruments began to play, the atmosphere lightened, and Adelaide’s mood lifted.
Life must go on step by step, and she was grateful for Cedric’s presence.
Adelaide rarely attended operas.
The performance, selected by a Davidson family member’s mate familiar with such occasions, was titled “The Moon Goddess Pact.”
This opera told the story of a werewolf warrior and the chieftain’s daughter. Introduced by the council, the two mated in a ceremony. Soon after marriage, the warrior departed for the border war, leaving his mate to manage the pack alone for three years. She faced challenges in resource allocation and comforting worried pack members, while he encountered life–and–death situations on the front lines, earning honors through courage and wisdom.
Upon his victorious returned with medals, he publicly thanked his mate at the award ceremony, holding her hand and emotionally stating, “Mating with her is my greatest fortune. Her resilience upheld the pack, allowing me to fight without worry.”
Midway through, the lady realized the plot mirrored Adelaide’s life and regretted the choice.
The show must go on, so she anxiously observed Adelaide’s reaction.
During the show, the audience was quiet. Only after the lead actors bowed did Adelaide clap, and others followed.
The lady whispered to Adelaide, “I didn’t know the story was like this. Please don’t take it to heart.”
Adelaide smiled and said, “The play’s quite good, and the ending’s happy.”
Seeing Adelaide genuinely unperturbed, the lady eased up. “Yes, a happy ending was only right. Anyone with a conscience would acknowledge the Luna’s struggles. But some heartless people… Well, if they’re heartless, don’t give them a second thought. Better days are ahead.”
Everyone then offered their blessings.
The mood shifted from the opera, and people began looking at the gifts.
The Davidson family had indeed brought many gifts–mostly luxurious clothes and furniture. Yet the variety was impressive, creating a vibrant display.
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Even the jewelry was exquisite, far surpassing Craig’s gaudy golden bracelet.
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Adelaide, however, was no longer annoyed. She acknowledged her own initial mistakes and recognized the substantial help Craig and others had provided. To harbor resentment would be petulant and ungrateful.
Her earlier discontent stemmed from the indulgence of the Shadow Peaks. She had naively assumed that everyone at the Warscar Training Camp, except Klein, would dote on her forever.
She hadn’t nurtured relationships with her teachers and classmates–there was no one to blame but herself.
The Blackthorn Pack under Alpha Lance was bustling with activity, all centered around grandeur.
Lance’s impatience was palpable.
Each moment stretched interminably.
He hadn’t seen Adelaide for days.
On the surface, he was calm, but inside, he was desperate to find a reason to visit the Frostfang Pack.
As dusk fell, he stepped beyond the pack’s borders but was immediately intercepted by Caldwell.
“Escort Alpha Lance back to entertain guests until tomorrow evening,” Caldwell instructed the guards without a hint of emotion.
The guards, fierce and vigilant, surrounded Lance, forcing him to retreat step by step.
Lance rolled his eyes and protested, “What are you doing? I just had too much to drink while hosting guests. I need some fresh air.”
Caldwell, unmoved, ordered, “Bring a bucket of ice water for Alpha.”
A bucket…?
Lance glared at Caldwell, but Caldwell remained unmoved. Even if Lance’s eyes could kill, Caldwell wouldn’t care.
Beta Ralph, busy as a bee , rushed over, wiping his sweaty brow.
“Could you not cause trouble? It’s improper to visit another pack the day before the mating ceremony.” “Enough nagging,” Lance waved him off irritably. “I’ll go chat with Elias. He’s been lingering here for days.”
Ralph wished Lance would keep his mouth shut. Lance, usually steady, had been speaking out of turn lately, offending people.
Lance glanced down at Ralph and stormed off to mingle with the guests.
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