Ch. 60

The next morning, the air was cool and fresh, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the trees surrounding the new werewolf settlement. The wolves were beginning to stir, their movements slow and deliberate as they recovered from the previous day's exhaustive efforts. The new castle stood tall, its stone walls reflecting the morning light. It was a symbol of hope and resilience, but for Alaric and Tonya, it was also a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.

They stood outside their tent, packing their gear and preparing to leave. Alaric was deep in thought, his brow furrowed as he considered their next mission: taking over the Witches' castle. It was a formidable stronghold, known for its dark magic and powerful enchantments. They had succeeded in toppling Diablo, but this task would require a different kind of strength, one that relied more on strategy and less on brute force.

Tonya was beside him, her elemental abilities a source of comfort and strength. She carefully rolled up a