Chapter Thirty Seven

Maximo PoV

Just like I expected, more than half of the wolves I sent out to the forest did not return.

The wild bears in this forest had evolved to adapt to their predator. They had grown stronger, bigger, faster, and more brutal. It would take more than an average random wolf to take one of them down, and they roamed about the forest, taking down any weak werewolves that crossed their paths.

“I count eight werewolves, master,” Dylan said. It was a big night and I’d exempted him from guarding Lisa, the little witch isn’t definitely going anywhere.

“Alpha,” I corrected Dylan, “not master.”

“Yes, Alpha,” he immediately corrected himself.

“They are more than I expected,” I replied, “I didn’t think this much would make it.”

“These fellas are the strongest of the bunch, eh” Dylan replied.

“Not yet,” I smirked, “those who survive tonight will be the strongest of the bunch.”

“What’s going down tonight, Alpha?” he asked.

I turned to face him with a wild smile on my face, “tonight? We begin.”