Lane's POV:
"Wait, Nyra, don't rush it yet..."
I frowned as I replied to Nyra.
Something wasn't right.
Just two days ago, when Prince Kaelen personally brought me to inspect the armored war wolves, they had been perfectly obedient.
They had shown no resistance at all to his order that they follow my command.
But now—only two days later—every single one of them was looking at me with open disdain and rejection.
This was definitely not that simple.
I didn't stay there to trade glares with them. I turned around and left.
Mocking laughter immediately broke out behind me.
"Look, she ran. As expected, she doesn't even dare to stand her ground."
"The battlefield is where warriors fight for glory with claws and fangs. It's not a playground for pampered Omega she-wolves. If General Conla
