Chapter 397
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Third Person’s POV
As everyone was about to give up, Adelaide spotted a glimmer near the academy entrance.
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She rushed over–her cedar pheromones rippling with urgency–and found Lynette’s pearl earring.”
Carefully, she picked it up, her wolf claws instinctively retracting to avoid damaging the precious pearl.
The earring was crushed, only the pearl remained, its golden thread and twin leaf settings lost
It must have been run over and kicked away.
Adelaide’s wolf ears twitched in the rain, listening intently for any clues.
She scanned the area and retrieved only a thin golden leaf, finding no other fragments.
Her pheromones carried a tinge of regret.
Handing the pearl and leaf to Lynette, Adelaide’s cedar pheromones wrapped her in careful reverence.
Lynette clutched them tightly, her knuckles whitening.
Lynette wept uncontrollably against Adelaide’s shoulder.
Adelaide held her, her cedar scent soothing.
When Lynette’s cries softened, she wiped her tears and composed herself.
Her face pale, eyes still glistening, Lynette forced a bitter smile.
“I just… I was afraid it would be like his body, never found. Now it’s back. Thank you, Luna Adelaide.”
Lynette asked her maid to help her out of the car and, after thanking Adelaide once more, she limped toward her own vehicle.
Her solitary figure, shrouded in the rain and mist, seemed frail and vulnerable, with an air of lingering sorrow still emanating from her pheromones.
Adelaide sat in the car, her damp hair dripping water onto her face, each drop scalding like a hot tear.
Her wolf ears drooped, betraying the weight of her dejection.
Paisley hugged her, her pheromones warm and comforting. “Don’t be sad. It’s the fate of many werewolf warriors. Remember the southern border battles? Many fell there too .”
“Yes, but their families endure such hardship,” Adelaide sighed, wiping her face.
Her cedar pheromones carried her weariness. “She’s never moved on.”
“Given the token, they must have loved each other before mating,” Paisley mused.
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“Yeah.”
Adelaide’s voice drifted. “She stayed in the Hornbeam Pack, kept their home, and adopted a son named Gunnar, as they’d planned.
Paísicy sighed. “If Eugenius truly is Eugene, and the rescue succeeds, he’ll return to find his mate remated. Lynette, who waited so faithfully, will never see her beloved again.”
Why doesn’t the Moon Goddess help truly loving pairs?
Their pheromones were heavy with helplessness.
Drenched, they had no choice but to return to the pack. After changing clothes, they asked Avery to arrange for pack warriors to stand guard and collect Cedric later.
Avery swiftly set things in motion.
That afternoon, both felt unwell from the rain.
They took the pack doctor’s medicine and slept, their breathing deep and slow.
In the evening, Ulrik left the Capital Guard Camp, his cedar pheromones edged with irritation.
He was here to request leave.
Rosemary had fallen ill after that day, and Sabrina refused to part with the ruby set.
She now clutched it daily, serving Rosemary with unprecedented devotion.
Ulrik planned to take a few days‘ leave to settle pack matters.
If Sabrina wouldn’t return the headpiece, he’d take it by force. His wolf claws faintly gleamed with resolve. He couldn’t let her use Eugene’s compensation–it would disgrace them both.
His cedar pheromones turned icy with anger.
He bought a gold hairpiece and placed it in a box. After asking an omega and learning Sabrina was with Rosemary, he headed to Rosemary’s room, his cedar pheromones masking his cold intent.
Sabrina was indeed holding the jewelry box, her silver–gray wolf ears pricked with alertness.
Seeing him enter, she stood up, sulfurous pheromones sharp with tension.
“Alpha Ulrik, isn’t it your night shift tonight? Why are you back?” she asked warily.
“Here,” Ulrik said flatly, handing her the box. “Got a bonus. It’s for you.”
Suspicious, Sabrina’s vertical pupils fixed on the box. “For me? Why buy me jewelry
She clutched her own box tightly.
Ulrik had been insisting she return the ruby set. Why this sudden gift?
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Her knuckles whitened with the effort to hold her box.
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