The piercing sound of her son's cry went straight to Adela's heart.
"Put me down, Ludwig!"
Although the emotional impact was profound, her mind remained clear. This was another diversion, much like the avalanche. Andreas knew precisely how to undermine her.
The werewolves would proceed to the location of the Alpha's daughter. Only humans would venture into the cave to face the fight. Had this been part of Andreas's plan all along? Did he foresee that they might fall for such a tactic?
Adela required strength, a strength she had never needed more in her life than in this moment.
She had transformed from the featherless falcon she once was into a fully-feathered bird, soaring under her own power and skill. Yet now, she didn't need to be a falcon; she needed to become a Beast, one with strength equal to that of Egon von Conradie.