Chapter 159

Third Person's POV

Lavinia's wolf spirit struggled to sit up in bed. Her cedar pheromones were weak but sharp, tugging at the wolf-head totem hanging by the bedside.

"What happened?" she asked in a weak yet firm voice.

Eventually, she learned the truth and stared blankly for a long time before giving a bitter smile. "Oh? Not even a general anymore? Not a werewolf warrior either? Then what did our