NARRATOR

No 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