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Third Person’s POV
Today, with several visitors, Melinda quickly changed and went out to meet them.
Seeing her ruddy complexion, Priscilla immediately felt reassured. Melinda’s checks were even rosier than
her own.
After exchanging greetings and
with Georgina.
$ing down, Priscilla learned that Melinda had been practicing combat
Priscilla thought to herself, “Birds of a feather flock together.”
Melinda shyly said, “I found the days long and boring, so I started practicing combat with Georgina. But I’m not very good–it’s nothing impressive.”
Priscilla replied candidly, “Comb happy.”
Susan coughed awkwardly.
isn’t exactly high–class. Don’t worry about it. Do what makes you
Priscilla shot her a glance and said, “Stop coughing. I’m not wrong. Not everything has to be presentable. What matters is practicality–strengthening your body and protecting yourself. I support you, Melinda.”
Melinda said with a blush, “Thank you. I’m not very skilled. I just follow their movements, work up a sweat , and feel much better.”
Priscilla nodded. “Sweating does make you feel better.”
In truth, she disliked sweating and physical activities, which left her feeling sticky and her clothes smelly.
Lance glanced at Georgina. This method seemed effective. No matter how sad one was, punching things and working up a sweat could lift one’s mood a fact he’d verified personally.
Adelaide said, “But your body hasn’t fully recovered. You should wait until the recovery period is over before resuming activities. Don’t overdo it now.”
Georgina added, “I’m not letting her train seriously. She’s just moving within her limits.”
Melinda said modestly, “Yes, it’s not real training–just some light movement.”
Paisley leaned on Adelaide, separating her from Lance.
She whispered in Adelaide’s ear, “Georgina’s too straightforward. If someone spoke like that about me, I’d be furious, whether it’s true or not”
Adelaide chuckled. Looking at Paisley’s lively expression, she said, “But your combat skills really are worse
than mine.”
Paisley grinned. “I admit it.”
They had established this, years ago.
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Paisley had hoped that after Adelaide’s mating, her combat skills might slip, allowing her to catch up . But during their first battle together, she realized the gap persisted–though not significantly.
Before long, Zelda and Alger arrived.
Zelda, who had returned to the Blackthorn Pack twice since her mating, always came and went in a hurry .
She and Alger were deeply in love. After the mating ceremony, Alger had moved into Zelda’s manor.
They traveled frequently, spending at least half the month away from home. Their visits to the Blackthorn Pack were mere formalities.
Zelda looked radiant. After greeting everyone, Alger was promptly pulled aside by Lance.
Alger, always polite and refined in front of others , seemed like a scholarly young man on the verge of earning his degree–unlike the playful, book–averse person he truly was.
Lance was eager to have another man to chat with, as the room was filled with she–wolves and family members, leaving little for him to contribute.
Alger sat like a little quail, head low, waiting for Lance to speak.
Lance opened his mouth, then shut it–no point.
They sipped coffee, nibbled pastries, and stared out the window in silence.
After a while, Alger stood up.
Lance casually asked, “Where are you off to?”
Alger replied with some embarrassment, “I need to use the restroom… Would you like to join me?”
“No way!” Lance picked up another pastry.
Truth was, he felt the urge too, but the idea of two grown men going to the bathroom together was absurd.
The visit dragged on until midday.
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Georgina began urging everyone to leave, citing Melinda’s need for rest and the stopped rain as reasons to head home.
Alger visibly relaxed, taking Zelda’s hand and leading the way out.
After a few steps, he realized his manners had slipped and stepped back to wait for Priscilla and the others. Priscilla observed Alger and sighed inwardly. He seemed like a dazed goose,
Once fair–skinned, he was now sunburnt and dark, and Zelda had tanned as well. To the uninformed, one might think Zelda had mated a farmer.
But Zelda adored him, and his Wall family background added some merit.
Adelaide, walking behind, noticed Zelda and Alger’s hand–in–hand departure and felt their bond was genuine.
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Suddenly, they stopped, and Lance and Adelaide found themselves at the front, still hand in hand .
But something felt different.
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