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
Connor's mind was restless. Days passed with a constant restlessness in his thoughts. He couldn't get the matter of Rowena's pregnancy out of his mind.Every day Connor waited for the latest news from Mariah. He often asked Marcus for updates on Mariah, but to no avail."Mariah has begun to move, Alpha, but she still hasn't been able to locate Rowena's whereabouts in the Amerotha forest," Marcus reported one morning, bracing himself for the outburst that might come from Connor. "It appears that Rowena has anticipated our movements, Alpha."Connor did not say anything, but his expression spoke volumes. Marcus' report was not what he had hoped for.Marcus went on, trying to calm Connor. "But don't worry, Alpha. Mariah will continue to monitor the Amerotha Forest. As soon as there's any information, no matter how small, she'll report it immediately."Connor's face hardened and faint wrinkles formed on his forehead. He shook his head slowly. "This is why I don't like dealing with witches.
Everything had changed. Without Ivan, nothing was the same. The sky, once blue, had turned into a gray canvas. The colors that had once adorned it were no longer a rainbow, but rather gray streaks of pain. There was no longer the warmth promised by sunlight. Everything felt the same every day—empty. Even the moon, which had always been soothing, had lost its charm. Its once beautiful light seemed pale, as if trapped in an eternity of faint shadows. The breeze felt hollow. The ground was no longer firm, like a fragile foundation that could collapse at any moment. There were no more bursts of laughter. Everything had been replaced by silence. Every corner that had once witnessed the happiness of two souls had become mute in its helplessness. Fate had decreed. An invisible distance had been created, limiting the space and time that could do anything. The only thing left was a space of longing that willingly inflicted its torment every day. Second by second, time passed in a silenc