A Female Alpha’s Revenge (Adelaide) novel Chapter 872

Chapter 872

Third Person’s POV

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At a few low growls from the elder werewolves, the enraged villagers gradually stepped back, though their jaws remained clenched with fury. They would wait at the Wolves‘ Graveyard and make Velda pay for what she had done, inflicting the cruelest punishments they could imagine in a desperate attempt to ease the grief left by their innocent loved ones.

The prison cart continued to move slowly along the dried riverbed.

The werewolves escorting it remained expressionless. Then, in the distance, a large formation of armored werewolves came into view, marching toward them with grim faces.

Celeste frowned and immediately stepped forward to question the leader.

She soon learned they were from Silver Creek, a village near the border.

They had received word in advance that Velda would be brought there today, and they had come to witness the execution with their own eyes.

The representative from Silver Creek was a scarred he–wolf more than a century old.

A bronze war horn hung at his waist. When Celeste approached, he met her gaze with weathered eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

“We thought Princess Helia

uld take this monster back to New York and put her on trial. Our entire village had already agreed that once the princess’s convoy departed, we would follow it to the council and demand justice ourselves. But we never expected her to hand the murderer over to the very families she destroyed. After the victims‘ families deliver their judgment, I will sound this horn and play our pack’s oldest war song. Let it guide the souls of our fallen home to peace.”

A pang of sorrow tightened Celeste’s chest.

The werewolves living along the border were no strangers to bloodshed or war, yet Velda’s indiscriminate massacre remained an atrocity beyond comprehension.

Silver Creek had narrowly escaped destruction, but they all understood one terrible truth: had no one stopped Velda, the neighboring villages might have been next–and Silver Creek would not have been spared.

As more and more werewolves gathered around the prison cart, Velda collapsed inside the cage, trembling so violently that her

eeth chattered.

She had survived countless political intrigues and military purges, but never before had death’s fangs felt so close to her throat.

Through the gaps in the bars, her swollen, bloodshot eyes searched frantically for a familiar figure. Her wolf demanded to know why Ulrik had not come.

But her rational mind told her the truth: even if he came for her, there was no way he could save her from thousands of enraged civilians surrounding her.

Ulrik’s vow from that night still echoed in her ears.

“In the name of the Moon Goddess, my fangs are yours, my blood is yours. We hunt as one, we die as one!”

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-velda muttered to herself, “Ulrik…Ulrik, where are you? Bring your warriors to save me, hurry!”

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Yet, even as the prison cart finally arrived at the Wolves‘ Graveyard and the deafening roars of “Blood for blood!” nearly shattered her eardrums, she couldn’t detect even the faintest trace of Ulrik’s scent.

Despair swallowed her whole.

She stared in terror at the villagers who had already encircled the cart, the certainty of death pressing down on her from every side.

Her stomach twisted violently, and she sank to the floor of the cage, retching. A moment later, her body betrayed her completely as she vomited up the spoiled food she had eaten the day before.

The Wolves‘ Graveyard was filled with countless buried bones, with a marble tombstone standing before them, densely engraved

with the names of the dead.

Velda screamed and wailed, desperately curling her battered body deeper into the cage.

“Stay still, you scum!” a guard cursed coldly.

He unlocked the cage, seized a fistful of her blood–matted hair, and dragged her out before hurling her onto the ground.

The intense pain left Velda trembling, and she collapsed in the mud.

Whimpering, she clawed at the earth with her elbows and knees, desperately trying to crawl away.

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