Phoebe's POV
I felt a warm surge of satisfaction when a warrior approached me, gratitude written across his weathered face. He thanked me for my swift action during the crisis—without my intervention, he would have lost his wolf spirit forever, ending his days as a warrior for good.
Since I still couldn't speak, I simply nodded and gestured that I was glad he was okay.
The pack members began viewing me differently. I wasn't the helpless, hopeless figure they'd assumed I was.
Word had spread that I lacked a wolf spirit, though the reason remained a mystery to everyone.
This shift in perception about me had also transformed how people saw the king.
Particularly when they witnessed Perry's gentle treatment of me—a side of the Mad King they'd never imagined existed.
"No matter how brutal you are, you become the most tender creature for your mate."
"I spotted the king yesterday, braiding Queen Phoebe's hair. They looked adorable together."
