Chapter 128

The night sky stretched above like an abyss, engulfed in an inky darkness with the moon obscured behind a thick veil of clouds. A faint hue of crimson tinged the atmosphere, as if the very heavens were announcing the nature of this dreadful night—a night where untold volumes of blood would stain the earth.

My sprint lasted a mere half-minute before I found myself ambushed from the shadows, enduring two swift slashes from an unseen adversary. Instinctively, my body sprang into action, evading the attacks with uncanny agility.

"One of them" gasped in astonishment upon catching sight of me, a white wolf standing before them. "Why is the legendary white wolf here?" he exclaimed, his surprise evident.

"And why does she bear the scent of those wretched Red Moon Pack bastards?" inquired the other with a wary glance in my direction.

"It cannot be. The alpha of that pack is that despicable Vanessa. It's inconceivable that someone who once kneeled and begged like her could be a white wolf," rem