NARRATORNo matter how much they explained to the Alpha, the pain of Verak's death clouded his mind, and he ordered Drakkar and Lyra to be imprisoned.He almost took Nana too, but he still feared the influence of the old healer.Of course, Drakkar resisted. No one was going to lock them up again.“If you take them, you'll have to face us too!”The salt team was fuming with rage over the injustice.Verak had been an idiot whose plans had backfired.He left them to their fate without caring at all. Only Drakkar and Lyra stood by them.“Then you're all out of my pack! YOU'RE EXPELLED, GET OUT! GET OFF MY LAND!”The warriors' hearts trembled. No one expected that reaction from the Alpha.Being cast out of the tribe was no joke. Only the unity of the werewolves allowed them to survive in such a hostile environment.“Don't be afraid. Whoever chooses to follow us will live better than staying in this pack.”Lyra's voice reached them. The women turned to look at her, and so did the warrior wo

NARRATORDrakkar warned the healer, who had already shifted back to her human form.Gertrudis and Nana had nowhere else to go either."Alright," both of them said, and they were led to the back of the cave through a well-camouflaged crack.Drakkar pushed aside the curtain of leaves they’d woven to mask the scents.They passed through the passage, and both women arrived in a whole new world.Through the cave network, they had discovered a cavern with a vent, free of gases and heat.Not only did they have hot springs to bathe and boil leaves, but also better-made huts crafted with pelts, bones, and wood.Best of all, they hunted powerful creatures despite having few warriors, but nothing could stand against their new weapons.Gertrudis held back from asking questions.Especially because of the hostile glares from the women chiseling stone molds.All of this progress had been brought by Lyra in just a few days.She told everyone that the dagger was made in these caves, not traded at the

NARRATORThe victorious Alpha stood among the ruins of what was once the Fertile Valley pack.His dark gaze and thirst for vengeance remained unquenched.Where did this weapon come from?He asked himself again, staring at the dagger in his hand.The pain of losing his son mingled with greed. None of these fools seemed to know how to make it, but his people had spoken of a white-haired woman and another male who wasn’t there."Sir, we found a trail near those mountains," the warrior reported, pointing in one direction.They were experts in tracking and conquest."Get ready."*****The next day, just as the sun rose over the horizon, Lyra, Drakkar, Gertrudis, and Nana set off toward the intricate passage.The steep and hidden grotto led them into a dark cave."Don’t be afraid. The beasts don’t dare to come in here,"she said, walking ahead in her wolf form, carrying Nana.Nana’s illness came more from the heart than the body—the bond with her Omega was weakened and withered.When Lyra e

NARRATORShe saw her trusted man being dragged by a huge white she-wolf who shook him like a rag doll, fighting fiercely.Another warrior jumped in to help, and the Alpha was planning to corner her,but a black-and-white shadow rushed in from his right side.He jumped back, saving his neck by barely an inch.He shifted to face Drakkar’s massive, untamed wolf.Even without his “war” form, he was still a beast to be feared.The Alpha’s wolf got tangled in a fight that didn’t last long.Khalum carried that dark and violent energy, he needed to let out the rage.He crushed the Alpha in his jaws, ripped open his throat and watched him bleed out onto the grass.Then he rushed to help his female, who, by the way, was already finishing off the last warrior.Amidst the corpses and crimson liquid dripping from their fangs, Aztoria and Khalum rubbed against each other and circled.They touched like it was a passionate, bloody scene.When the pack members saw them emerge from the underbrush, they

NARRATORAs Lavinia was perfumed and her brown hair styled, she clenched her teeth tighter and tighter, listening to all that filth.What that bastard really deserved was to have his balls cut off—she’d take care of that after stealing his magic.She was led into the hallway with a heavy cloak covering her naked body, walking in silence through the oppressive corridors until she reached a room where all the candidates were gathered.The chandeliers above cast a soft glow over their nervous, made-up faces. They looked at each other, sizing up their chances. Some shy ones tried to hide in the shadows of the corners.Lavinia focused on using the little magic she had left to search the corners of this damned castle.But suddenly, something caught her attention from the second floor, and she looked up.Through some dark curtains, someone was watching her—she could feel it.Her brown eyes longed to pierce through the darkness. Was it that perverted Wolf King?Something about it felt familia