Chapter 72
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Third Person’s POV
Everyone braced for the tough battle.
Adelaide’s wolf roared in her mind, urging her to unleash more power.
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She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and relied on her Warscar Training Camp skills to fight the enemy.
Ulrik, assisting in the siege, noticed Velda following with a group
“What are you doing here? Alpha Lance ordered you to stay in the rear,” he said.
“I’m here to help you gain merit,” Velda declared with fierce determination. “Taking this city is a top achievement. I won’t let Adelaide and her team take all the credit. And if you put in a good word for me with Lycan Erasmus, he’ll see I have the courage to charge forward.”
“You shouldn’t disobey orders,” Ulrik said, his face dark with anger.
He feared her impulsiveness would disrupt the entire battle.
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“So what? As long as I have you,” Velda said nonchalantly, her eyes showing a desperate edge.
She knew she’d be punished for disobeying Alpha Lance’s order. But she was certain Lance wouldn’t really kill her, given her standing as a female Gamma praised by Lycan Luna Clarissa.
The thought of Ulrik spending so much time alone with Adelaide before the battle made her uneasy.
She felt she had to do something to prove herself. She believed that by helping Ulrik gain merit, she could ensure his loyalty.
way she could.
Though annoyed, Ulrik had no time to argue during this critical moment of the siege.
In her mind, no matter how capable Adelaide was, she couldn’t assist Ulrik the
He ordered his werewolves to cooperate with the Ironthorn Army.
However, Velda independently commanded her team to join the attack.
She brought a thousand warriors, including her original three hundred subordinates.
Ulrik was furious seeing her lead the werewolves forward.
His cedar pheromones burst into an icy fog, his Alpha pupils contracting sharply as he roared, “Are you insane? Our siege has a detailed plan. Your recklessness will get them killed!”
“No time for that. I can’t let Adelaide take all the credit,” Velda said, breaking free from his grip. Her fangs pierced her lip as she shouted, “Brock, lead the charge with me!”
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Brock, her cousin, obeyed instantly, leading the thousand warriors to scramble up the ladders.
Ellen was stunned, bewildered by the situation.
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Their chaotic climb would disrupt the entire plan.
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He quickly grabbed Brock and barked, “Get your people down! Our attack strategy was pre–rehearsed. Your weren’t part of it. This will ruin everything!”
Brock ignored him, roaring, “Charge! All of you, charge!”
Chaos ensued.
Ellen’s silver sage pheromones spiked, but their calming effect was useless amid the bloodshed.
He turned to Ulrik and roared, “What’s going on? Stop them now!”
Velda stepped forward coldly. “Ellen, sieges are deadly. My werewolves embrace sacrifice. They’re willing to risk their lives to reclaim the southern border. Ordering them down would crush morale.”
“Do you even understand war?” Ellen shouted, shoving her aside and yelling at the climbing werewolves, “Get down!”
But they ignored him, continuing their ascent.
The ladders were in chaos, with warriors pulling down Ironthorn soldiers who’d climbed without shield
cover.
Many were impaled by enemy spears and fell screaming.
The battlefield echoed with agonized cries. Ellen and Ulrik, livid with rage, found their shouts drowned out by the chaos.
Velda’s voice, however, cut through clearly, “Charge! Reach the top, and you’ll earn military merit and generous rewards!” D
While heavy rewards might inspire bravery, this blind charge only increased casualties. Warriors fell from the ladders, bleeding and screaming.
Ulrik was beside himself with anger. His cedar pheromones crystallized into ice spears.
In a fit of rage, his right hand partially wolf–shifted–hardened keratin layers pierced his leather gloves, revealing luminescent wolf–claws.
The slap, fueled by Alpha–rage energy, left three bloody claw marks on Velda’s face.
“Have you lost your mind? You’re getting them killed!” Ulrik’s wolf–shifted hand hadn’t fully returned to normal, his elongated nails still gleaming silver.
His pupils had turned into a snowstorm–like silver–white.
Velda clutched her face in disbelief. Ulrik had actually struck her