Chapter 48

• Adelaide’s POV
• Victor’s roar echoed faintly behind us, even from three miles away. I didn’t need to see him to know his face twisted with fury—he’d always resented Alpha Lance. I’d heard rumors his team had suffered a seventy percent casualty rate. No healing potions, no support. They were chewing on ice grass roots to keep bleeding in check.
• Without the Western Tribes' aid, Frostbite and Darkclaw Towns would eventually fall.