Connor was well aware that the Nimbria Pack was in dire straits. They had lost their Luna, leader of warrior, and many other warriors in the battle against the Frostholm Pack. The number of severely wounded warriors was too great to count. However, this did not deter him from his desire for quick revenge.The reason was simple. Connor was certain that the Frostholm Pack was in a similarly dire situation. Though they had won the war, they too had suffered great losses. So, he believed that just as he was intent on restoring the Nimbria Pack, Kendrick would do the same.The recent battle had drained the energy and resources of both packs, leaving deep physical and mental scars. But here Connor saw an opportunity. He understood that in this state, both the Nimbria and Frostholm packs were vulnerable to a sudden attack.Connor's intentions were not grand; he didn't plan to attack the entire Frostholm Pack. While he often acted recklessly and made decisions based on impulsive desires, this
Exactly six months ago. Ivan had received a phone call from the palace. He had to meet with Graham. There were important matters to discuss, and after it was over, when he wanted to go straight back to the warrior barracks, he met Ayla.Ivan greeted Ayla politely. They chatted casually, discussing a few pleasant things."So," Ayla said and nodded. Her expression showed understanding. "I also feel that..."Ayla's words stopped. Her body instantly froze. Her gaze became vacant.Ivan frowned, looking confused and worried. He asked, but Ayla did not answer. He was about to call someone."You're a lucky man, Ivan."Ivan's intention to leave was immediately stopped. He refrained from walking away and instead asked reflexively, "What did you say, Ayla?""I said you are a lucky man, Ivan," Ayla repeated with a smile. Her blank look had returned. "You have a wife who loves you very much, who is willing to do anything for you."Ivan froze. He paused, as if he needed time to process Ayla's words
The warriors' barracks were as busy as ever, with activity that rarely stopped. In one corner, a group of warriors was gathered, deep in concentrated discussion. Their conversation revolved around tactics and strategies, meticulously covering every detail.In another area, several warriors were engaged in physical training. They practiced in their human forms, moving with quick and agile movements that would be crucial in battle. Sweat poured down their faces, but they showed no signs of exhaustion.Everything seemed normal. There was nothing out of the ordinary at the warriors' barracks until the gatekeepers noticed something strange in the distance.A woman was running toward the barracks. Her clothing was covered, like a cloak, making it difficult to see her face. However, as she approached, her natural beauty, marred by fear, became apparent.The two gatekeepers immediately blocked her path, preventing her from entering the barracks. The first gatekeeper asked her."Who are you? W
The Frostholm Pack palace was in an uproar. Rowena's arrival and the information she brought with her caused panic. Although it seemed unbelievable, Ivan's safety was the priority. The Frostholm Pack couldn't stand idly by when the life of one of their most important pillars was at stake."Can you vouch for your information, Rowena?"Rowena nodded repeatedly. "I swear, Alpha. The Nimbria pack is going to kill Ivan. So, you must act quickly before it's too late."There were no more questions from Kendrick. Instead, he turned to Graham and gave the order. "Assemble the warriors immediately, Graham. Head to the west side of the Amerotha Forest at once.""Yes, Alpha."Graham hurried away. Gathering the best team he could, he set off for the western side of the Amerotha Forest with mixed emotions. On the one hand, Rowena's information seemed unbelievable. It was hard to believe that the Nimbria Pack would attack again after their recent defeat. On the other hand, he could sense a strong re
No grief was more painful than this. It felt as if the sky had collapsed and crushed her body beyond endurance. All the hopes once built, all the prayers once made, shattered to pieces without a trace.Rowena could not hold back the pain. Her bones seemed crushed, reduced to meaningless fragments. Her breath was choked and the tightness in her chest grew. Then there were merciless, sharp claws, cruelly squeezing her heart.The torment was brutal. God should not have created such a cruel fate. No human could bear it, including Rowena. She couldn't bear to lose Ivan, especially in such a tragic way.Rowena tried to bear it. She tried to get up, to stand slowly and look far, as if she could pierce the deepening darkness of the night.There was no more commotion. No more howling and growling of wolves. No more sounds of fighting; it was all over.Rowena moved with shaking legs. She forced herself to walk, to push through the magical barrier, back to the place where she had left Ivan.Her
Unlike the days before, the sky that day seemed heavy, covered with thick, sluggish clouds, gray in color and moving slowly, as if holding something heavy inside. The sunlight, which often shone, seemed dim, barely able to penetrate the gaps between the reluctant clouds.The wind blew softly, carrying a chill that crept into every corner, enveloping everyone in an unusual silence. His breeze was no longer soothing. Instead, it carried a mournful sound that made the leaves rustle in mourning.In the distance, birds that usually flew around cheerfully singing seemed to be silent on the branches. Their wings were drooping. Their gazes were empty, directed nowhere.Everything was somber. Everything felt desolate. Even the little river flowing by could not hide its sad glow. Every ripple in the water was a harbinger of sorrow. It told the world of the deep loss they felt.Without exception. No one could withstand the onslaught of grief as the news spread throughout Frostholm territory. The
Connor and the others' return to the Nimbria Pack Palace was met with relief. Faces that had been tense immediately relaxed, reflecting an unspoken gratitude. The days of anxious waiting were over. They greeted Connor's return with bright, eager eyes.But beneath the relief, no one could ignore the harsh reality reflected in the faces of Connor and the others. The wounds they carried home were not only physical, but the weight of defeat added to the atmosphere. Along with the warm welcome, there were whispers of concern and glances that conveyed sadness.In fact, the Nimbria Pack had been in mourning for two days. The news of Bethany's death had reached them. They were in shock. All they could do was pray for the safety of Connor and the others.The ordeal for the Nimbria Pack ended when Connor and the others returned. Their grief was momentarily eased by a slight sense of relief. At least their suffering had not increased. The death of the Luna was not followed by the death of the Al
Marcus' demeanor seemed different. Connor could feel it; there was something stronger than mere bravery in Marcus' gaze. The confidence that radiated from Marcus seemed to confirm that he had thought his plan through thoroughly and meticulously."What is your plan?"Marcus said, "First, I must tell you, Alpha, that this plan will take time and patience, but I dare to guarantee that the results will be worth the sacrifices we make."Connor's curiosity was aroused. He became more and more impatient to know the details of Marcus' plan. "Tell me.""I suggest we switch to a more subtle strategy, Alpha. In my opinion, a direct and open attack is unwise given the formidable strength of the Frostholm Pack."Connor remained silent. He continued to listen to Marcus."The strategy I suggest is an internal attack, Alpha."Connor remained unmoved. "What do you mean?"Marcus took a moment to breathe before explaining his position. "I've been thinking about our spy in Frostholm Palace. Originally, w