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Third Person’s POV
But Klein soon broke into a smile again when Lance brought coffee over, first to Irene and then to him .
It was strange to see Klein smile twice in one day.
So, he could smile!
Lance said, “Sir, I need to speak with you privately.”
“Alright.” Klein stood up and lightly flicked his sleeve as he left with Lance.
Lance winked at Adelaide with a mischievous grin.
Everyone realized he’d deliberately asked Klein to leave.
Prunella gently massaged Adelaide’s arm and hugged her.
When Adelaide first arrived at the Warscar Training Camp, Prunella used to carry her around.
Adelaide had been terribly homesick, and it was Prunella who comforted her to sleep.
“Don’t spoil her too much,” Irene said, though her eyes held more affection for Adelaide than anyone else’s.
“As a Luna of the same pack, you must grow stronger. If you’re wronged, don’t suffer in silence. Tell the Warscar Training Camp–we’ll stand up for you.”
Adelaide leaned into Prunella’s embrace and softly replied, “I understand, teacher.”
Irene heard her reply meekly, then gestured for her to approach, “Come here.”
Adelaide walked over docilely, and Irene flicked her nose.
“Ouch, that hurts,” Adelaide complained.
“It’s a punishment,” Irene said sternly. “For not speaking up. Consider yourself lucky it’s light.”
Adelaide’s eyes flickered with pain, but she quickly masked it. “I understand. I won’t do it again.”
Irene noticed and sighed inwardly. This child’s past was too painful to dwell on.
She took Adelaide’s hand and said, /Lance’s character surpasses Ulrik’s. I believe he won’t forsake you. But people and circumstances change/Once he yearned for you, now that you’re mated, he might grow tired. So, if you love him, don’t give your heart entirely. Understand?”
Alistair agreed, “Right. Men are/despicable. We can’t trust them fully, lest we face another heartbreak.”
“Silence!”
Craig slapped Alistair’s forehead. He had wanted to object when Irene spoke but didn’t dare with her
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Now Alistair echoed her words, and Craig seized the chance.
Paisley chuckled, “Alistair, you’re a man too. Why do you despise men?”
Alistair, from the Tudor family and skilled in music, replied coldly, “I do despise them. That’s why I avoid men and befriend women.”
“You just made an excuse for yourself,” Paisley teased.
Paisley sneered. Everyone knew Alistair loved to hang out in pubs and ballrooms.
He played the piano and sang, and the dance hall girls swayed to his tunes–Paisley had seen it with her own eyes.
Alistair glanced out the window, tense, “Don’t speak recklessly. If Klein hears…”
Paisley shrugged, “He might find out someday.”
Alistair turned away expressionlessly, “Seeing you has made me lose interest in women too.”
“Enough!”
Irene interrupted, “We’re leaving tomorrow. Say your goodbyes without nonsense .”
Craig was ushered out–he had stayed at the Frostfang Pack before the mating ceremony and shouldn’t take time from Adelaide now.
Adelaide was surrounded by classmates, each speaking one by one.
Whatever they said, the message was clear: remember your friends in times of need.
Prunella held Adelaide, the usually strong she–wolf shedding tears.
Adelaide, once a little girl in a red dress at the training camp, had grown up.
Prunella had carried her from the training ground to their room in the early days.
She remembered Adelaide’s coquettish requests for cherries and her radiant, carefree smile.
Her eyes back then were full of brilliance and freedom.
Now, seeing Adelaide all grown up and mated, Prunella felt bittersweet.
Tears streamed down her face as she thought of Adelaide’s experiences over the years.
Wiping her tears, Prunella said, “I won’t leave. I’ll stay in the city with you, at the Frostfang Pack. Come back anytime you miss me.”
“We’ll stay
too!” others chimed in.
Adelaide hid in Prunella’s embrace, feeling a long–lost sense of safety.
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She wanted to cry. She would miss them terribly.
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