Usher couldn't risk it. Vione's safety was at stake and he had to act quickly. His plan was to instruct Garth to send a message to the Nimbria Pack. At the same time, Cora entered the office."Alpha, a letter from the Nimbria Pack."Usher's gaze fell on the letter in Cora's hand. "Give it to me."The letter changed hands. Usher read it immediately and was not at all surprised. Everything was as he had suspected. Torin proposed to negotiate, considering their mutual interests. He wanted to save Vione, while Torin could not ignore his own son, the heir of the Nimbria Pack."Torin has proposed a meeting in neutral territory," Usher said, looking at Garth and Cora in turn. "He wants to trade Phillip and Mireya tonight."Torin was making an offer that was mutually beneficial, but Usher knew the situation wasn't that simple. He would not ignore the fact that Torin was cunning and not to be underestimated. Besides, history had recorded numerous deceptions by the Nimbria Pack. It was very lik
Everything happened so fast and unexpectedly. No one could have anticipated it, so they were stunned and almost in disbelief when they realized that Torin had been knocked down by Vione's sudden attack.Vione was panting heavily. She knew her actions were tantamount to seeking death. But her mind was blank; she paid no attention to the risks when she realized that Usher was in danger. Usher could die, and she wouldn't let that happen. Usher must not die, especially not while he was protecting her.On the other hand, Usher got up quickly when Torin was thrown from him. He approached Vione with a look of deep concern. His heart's desire was to get Vione out of there as soon as possible, but he realized that Torin had to be dealt with first.Usher growled and then jumped. He attacked Torin who tried to get up. He gave Torin no chance to get up. He attacked Torin with all the strength he had left.Usher's claws dug into Torin's body, tearing it apart and causing blood to gush out. He bit
A few years ago.The night was not as usual; it felt thicker than before, as if the darkness conspired with the slowly approaching terror. It created a tension that pierced through, shaking the bones to their deepest core.A cold wind blew, carrying a strange whisper, delivering an unseen omen. All the sounds of the forest had become menacing, every rustle of leaves sounding like footsteps haunting the surroundings.Darkness loomed, ominous shadows seemed alive, lurking in the most hidden corners. The night air felt heavy with threats creeping in from all sides, waiting for the right moment to burst forth and slaughter.Above, the full moon hung with an undeniable limitation. Its light was dim, not enough to dispel the shadows that crept closer and closer. Each shadow moved quickly, unpredictably, bringing a sense of fear that promised suffering.Dry twigs snapped underfoot. Underbrush rustled. The ground was trampled, framing solid footprints that showed strength everywhere.The soun
Jemma felt uneasy all day. She was restless, her mind disturbed by something unknown. There was something different, different than usual, but she couldn't put it into words. It was as if something was wrong, causing her constant anxiety, even though she tried to ignore it.Jemma thought it was just unfounded anxiety. Logically, if she looked closely, she could convince herself that there was nothing to worry about. Everything was fine. The palace was lively and cheerful, everyone was busy, and of course the birds were still flying around and singing happily. Such was the usual day at the Palace, just like any other.Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy to put aside. Jemma couldn't ignore it. She seemed her usual self, outwardly normal; she smiled and spoke with her usual friendliness. But she was like a calm sea, hiding a powerful, invisible current within. Her heart wavered between reality and the vague, indefinable shadows. The unease couldn't be banished; it haunted her with a stronge
The battle raged on. The Frostholm pack continued to hold their ground, using every method possible to repel the attacks of the Nimbria pack. They fought on, even as wave after wave of attack washed over them like a never-ending tide, threatening to drain their strength until there was nothing left.The cold night air became hot with the smell of blood and smoke. Every breath felt heavy, filled with the scent of death that lingered in the air. The ground beneath their feet shook from the clash of claws and bodies. The roars and screams could be heard everywhere, creating a terrifying and heartbreaking symphony that reminded them that every misstep would lead to death.The eyes of the Frostholm wolves shone with rage and deepening despair. They were pushed to their limits, but they stood firm. They continued to scratch and bite at the enemies attacking from all sides.The determination to defend the border erased any sense of fatigue or pain. They might be at the limit of their strengt
The Frostholm Pack was well aware that now was not the time to celebrate. The situation was far from being under their control. While they had managed to thwart the Nimbria Pack's attack and capture some of their warriors, others had managed to escape. This left them with the looming threat of another attack.Moreover, Kendrick personally understood that the Nimbria Pack would not retreat so easily, they would never surrender. Especially since he knew the nature of the Nimbria Pack's Alpha, Connor Arbuckle, who was always ambitious and obsessed with conquering other packs.Kendrick couldn't just stand by. The Frostholm Pack couldn't stay on the defensive. The pride of the pack was at stake, and more importantly, he would not allow anyone to underestimate the Frostholm Pack."Graham," Kendrick called in a deep voice. He turned and looked at Graham, who was standing not far from him. "Any news from Ivan?"Graham came closer, standing tall in front of Kendrick. "Ivan is in excellent cond
Nature was in turmoil. It had been giving signs for days. Unpredictable weather, restless wild animals-these were just a few of the signs of impending disaster. Rowena, a witch who had long navigated the complexities of life, could sense it clearly.According to Rowena, nature never lies. Every change, no matter how small, was a message to be taken with great care. This was no different.The wind that usually blew gently had turned into a disturbing gust. The leaves turned yellow prematurely. The sky above seemed perpetually cloudy, a sign of something significant and dangerous.Rowena stood at the edge of the Amerotha forest. She could feel the chill of the earth slowly rising and seeping through her skin, spreading a dampness that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.The atmosphere was oppressive. Rowena closed her eyes and tried to feel the invisible vibrations around her. She felt a wave of power mixed with chaos.Rowena opened her eyes wide. She stood motionless;
Graham acted quickly after receiving the latest news from Ivan. He immediately sought out Kendrick to report."Alpha."Kendrick turned around. The arrival of Graham and his demeanor made him immediately ask, "Is there any news from Ivan?""Yes," Graham replied, stopping in front of Kendrick. He continued, "Ivan and the elite warrior team are ready, Alpha. They are on standby to launch the attack in thirty minutes. Ivan awaits your command."A faint frown appeared on Kendrick's forehead. "How are their preparations?""Ivan has divided his elite team into three core groups. Each will attack using guerrilla tactics," Graham answered clearly. He then explained the focus of each group's attack. "This strategy is risky, but Ivan has ensured that their movements will not be detected by the Nimbria pack."Kendrick nodded once. "I am well aware of their expertise. Ivan and his elite team are very skilled at guerrilla tactics. The chances of success are high, but we cannot stand idly by." After