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The clearing, a temporary spot for many werewolves, held a wooden hut from which screams echoed.
Ulrik, hearing the screams, rushed forward like a mad beast.
His cedar pheromones exploded as he kicked the door in, his Alpha aura shaking the hut’s beams.
His claws, hardened into blades, tore the curtain aside. His pupils, over–wolfed, turned blood–moon- shaped.
The hut was pitch–black. He urgently called for torch–bearers:
As soldiers stepped forward, the firelight revealed nineteen people inside.
Ulrik’s face drained of color, shock and terror filling his eyes.
His fangs elongated instinctively.
The scenes were horrifying: everyone was naked, covered in wounds and scars, their glands brutally gouged out.
The air reeked of filth; they’d been doused in dirty water.
Dirt covered their bodies and faces, even their mouths. Velda, too, was filthy.
Only one person still wore a shirt, but her legs were bare, blood seeping from between her thighs— it was Velda.
Her private area was exposed, and blue–glowing wolfsbane marked the edges of her wounds.
Ulrik’s temporary marking pheromones mixed with Solanke’s royal white–sage scent.
Ulrik snapped back to reality and roared, “Get out! All of you, get out!”
“Close your eyes!”
His Alpha voice triggered an instinctive response.
The torch–bearing wolves bowed their heads in unison, their neck hairs bristling–an instinctive reaction to the pheromone–induced dominance.
Snatching a torch, he rushed inside.
Velda had long fainted.
Solanke had repeatedly throttled her, pushing her to the brink of death.
Knives had been dragged across her body and face, and one ear had been severed.
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Chapter 88
When Ulrik lifted her, she remained unconscious, oblivious to rescue.
Ulrik’s touch on Velda’s wounded gland caused his cedar pheromones to flare.
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The temporary mating mark should have connected him to her wolf spirit, but he felt only void- Velda’s wolf had regressed to a pup–like state due to trauma.
“Wake up!” Ulrik bit his tongue, mixing blood and pheromones on her ear.
She only twitched.
The hut had no clothes; theirs had been burned.
In a panic, Ulrik removed his battle robe and shirt, carefully wrapping Velda’s legs before dressing her and carrying her out.
Everyone saw that Velda was pantsless.
Many also noticed the bloodstain beneath her legs.
It was clear she’d endured unspeakable torture.
Ulrik’s face turned ashen with rage.
He finally understood why Adelaide had told him to bring only trusted subordinates.
ed at her, his eyes brimming with resentment.
to believe Solanke’s words about Velda until she confessed.
was even more unwilling to accept that Velda had indirectly caused Adelaide’s family’s death.
Adelaide, unfazed, ordered her team to rescue the others.
Wolves entered the hut and carried out the remaining captives.
The hut, equipped with a heater that the Western Tribes had extinguished before descending the mountain, still held enough residual warmth to keep the captives alive, though they shivered and screamed in agony.
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