13: The Elders Are Angry

YVONNE –

I was stunned upon hearing those words from Hakim. The first thing that came to mind was my kids.

They are barely six, just five years plus; there's no way they would survive the poison because they're still little and grew up in the city. Their bodies could not fight the disease even with the antidote, unlike the kids born and raised in the village and the pack because they're martial skilled and their bodies could fight anything due to the several trainings they have received.

"Hakim, call Spid; tell him to appear here right now," Conan demanded.

"Alright, my Alpha," Hakim responded.

I exhaled deeply, "Conan, how do you tackle this? You're sick and can hardly walk. What does Alpha Fenrir of Darkmoon Park want from you? Why is he attacking you this much?" I asked him; however, he didn't respond but sighed, gulped hard, and clenched his jaw in agony.

"Talk to me, Conan. What is happening? Right from the day I stepped into this pack with my kids and my friends, everything has