All Chapters of ALPHA GOD: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

As dawn broke over the Moonshadow territory, a renewed sense of purpose filled the air. Rayka and Sylvester had spent the last few days recovering from the battle, but they knew that rest would have to wait. The Steelclaws’ persistent threat lingered, and they had only narrowly managed to hold their ground. Now, they needed something more—a definitive edge that could help them secure the future of their pack.Rayka looked at Sylvester as they stood on a ridge overlooking the northern forest. “We can’t keep fighting like this, Sylvester. We need allies—someone strong enough to counterbalance Mordaen’s forces.”Sylvester nodded, his gaze scanning the horizon. “Agreed. The question is, who can we turn to? Most of the nearby packs have already chosen a side, either with us or the Steelclaws.”Rayka's eyes sharpened with resolve. “Then it’s time we approach a neutral pack.”There was only one group that had the power and resources to truly tip the scales in their favor. Known as the Stonev

As dawn’s first light crept over the horizon, casting long shadows across the Stonevale forest, an unearthly silence settled over the camp. Rayka and Sylvester could feel the weight of Bael’s betrayal bearing down on them. Their alliance with Stonevale was more fragile than ever, and the threat of the Steelclaws loomed dangerously close. Just as they were about to join Thorne for a strategy meeting, an elder wolf, bent and cloaked in heavy robes, shuffled into their path. “Alpha Rayka, Alpha Sylvester,” the elder rasped, her voice as brittle as dry leaves. Rayka blinked, taken aback. She hadn’t seen this wolf before; her fur was a grizzled silver, and her eyes were clouded with age. She leaned heavily on a twisted cane, her steps slow but deliberate. Sylvester tensed, recognizing her as a seer—a figure of reverence and mystery among the packs, rumored to carry glimpses of the past and future. The elder’s gaze fixed on them, though her eyes seemed to look beyond, as if she saw things

The air over the Moonshadow Pack’s territory was thick with the mingling scents of ash, earth, and tension. The disaster had left a jagged scar on the land, but it was the wound to their unity that concerned Rayka and Sylvester the most. From the balcony of their main hall, the view was somber: workers toiled to clear debris, healers tended to the wounded, and the howl of a distant wolf called for help in a way that pierced their hearts.Rayka tightened her cloak against the cold wind that swept through the damaged courtyard below. Beside her, Sylvester stood silent, his strong frame unyielding but his mind clearly racing.“We need answers,” Rayka finally said, her voice low but firm.Sylvester’s jaw tightened. “Answers, yes, but we also need stability. This pack can’t endure another blow like this.”Rayka nodded, her gaze flickering over the remnants of their sanctuary. “And we won’t let it. Let’s start with what we know. Was it truly natural, or did someone orchestrate this?”Sylves

Rayka could feel the tension in the air as she entered the council chamber. The room was filled with the scent of unease—faint yet sharp, like the edge of a blade ready to cut. Members of her pack sat around the long wooden table, their expressions a mix of frustration, worry, and defiance. What should have been a sanctuary of unity now felt like a battlefield, where words would strike harder than claws.Sylvester followed closely behind her, his presence steady and reassuring, though she could sense his own apprehension simmering beneath his calm exterior. The recent disaster had not only shaken the pack physically but fractured it emotionally. And now, the rift was threatening to grow into a chasm.Lara, one of the most respected Betas, rose to speak as soon as Rayka and Sylvester took their seats at the head of the table. Her tone was sharp, and her eyes burned with conviction. “With all due respect, Rayka, we can’t keep pretending the danger is only external. The sabotage, the chao

The morning air was crisp as the convoy wound its way through the dense forest. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the path ahead in a play of light and shadow. Despite the serene appearance of the woods, tension hung heavy over Rayka and Sylvester as they led their small party. Every rustling leaf and distant birdcall seemed louder than usual, a harbinger of something amiss.They were traveling light—just Rayka, Sylvester, and a handful of trusted warriors. The meeting they were heading toward was delicate, requiring discretion over displays of power. Two influential pack leaders, with histories as volatile as the winds of the northern mountains, had agreed to meet them at the neutral grounds of Ashfall Clearing. Securing their alliances could stabilize the fractured relationships among the surrounding packs and reinforce Moonshadow’s precarious position.Rayka adjusted her grip on the reins of her horse, her sharp eyes scanning the forest. She had been uneasy since they