somewhere in Congo forest

“Disaster disasters is about to strike. Be prepared, a blood bath is about to come. The gods have obscured everything but there is just one thing clear. Death is coming.” The seer stood up from his seated position, his eyes turning and becoming normal. Peering into the secrets of the heavens was becoming more and more troublesome. This was especially more ever since the savior was born. The gods did not want to give a clue as to what was to happen. The only way to be safe, was to walk hand in hand with the savior.”

Chilemba moved from where he was seated at the voice of the seer. They had lived in the congo basin forest for so long that he did not know otherwise. The forest here was good as a place to not just hide but to live well and survive. The game and everything. They had known that a time would come when the very ground they stood on would shift, but they did not imagine it would be that soon.

“Seer, are you saying that the only way we can survive in these times is if we walk hand in hand with the savior, how do we even do that. We do not even know who or where she is.” Chilemba said as he moved several times across the short space that housed the seer. We will know where she is and who she is for she cannot be hidden. The god of love does not do things in silence. We can either be part of the blood that flows or we can be among those who experience greatness and abundance of prosperity and peace.”

All this felt peculiar. But they would know what to do. Maybe it was time they moved from this place and settled somewhere else and if not, at least show their loyalty to the savior. They could not afford any disasters. “Chilemba, go and prepare your pack, be ready to be on the move anytime from now.

This was not just happening to the pack in congo, no several other families of werewolves existed in various places. Some were not just preparing to work hand in hand but also make sure that the savior worked in their favor. It would not just do to be in the ordering of other alphas, they had to be it. They would make it in this life come what may.

Back in Alaska, Thapelo received word that there was a lot of movement happening within packs. It was almost as though every pack was operating on a certain given itinerary. It felt like the beginning of the last. Spies stationed among the Victorians sent word that the Victorians were preparing for war. Every day and night, they had rigorous training, the soldiers trained such that if a war or a fight occurred, they had higher chances of winning. Also, they had gotten a healer among themselves, who with her help, they were destined to move further and further.

When you led a pack, its prosperity and position was determined by many things and having a healer was one of it. In as much as werewolves were created in a such a way that they had high regenerative ability, at times, they could get into circumstances when they could not recuperate even if they wanted to. This was where the healers came in, they did not need anything other than their inner energy. They could channel their inner energy and even if one was on the brink of death, they could come back.

This information did not bode well for them because the stronger the Victorians became, the worser it was for them. They did not know peace. They had provoked them even before they had a healer, now, with how things were going, it would only be a short while before something happened. They had to be as prepared as possible. With this came the need to mobilize everyone in the pack, strategies had to be put in place and training had to commence, even fiercer.

They had even become more daring. This time, they did not just injure the spies, no they moved to their border and made sure that the scouts on their land died, with only one surviving. This was certainly an open provocation and if they took it laying down, they would suffer.