LOGINNow, she stood between the caravan and the horde, a lone wall of flesh and fury protecting her people, an Alpha standing like a mountain. Dozens of goblins lay lifeless around her, most slain by her claws and fangs alone.Every inch of her body screamed in pain, yet she found herself almost laughing inside, as if patting her own shoulder for enduring this long. She didn’t even know how long she’d been fighting anymore; it felt like she was running on broken strings, moving only through stubborn instinct and the need to protect.She had even blacked out a few times, still standing, still fighting, her body moving purely on instinct, driven by her wolf’s primal will to survive."Mary, you’ve done great as an Alpha. I’m so proud of you," her wolf’s voice echoed softly in her mind, tender yet heavy with sorrow. It was as if the wolf wanted to nuzzle her face, to comfort her in its own way. But even though it knew, Mary was nearing her limit. One more push, one more wound, and she might no
A deep wound here could kill, or at best, leave them bleeding out and facing terrible complications. Her hands trembled as she urged them on, every word threaded with fear and fierce, desperate care. She felt awful, knowing that she was one of the reasons these young warriors were still fighting, bleeding, and struggling to hold the line. If it weren’t for her and the other old folks, they could’ve evaded the goblins’ attacks instead of taking the blows meant for others. But these young warriors had been trained since childhood to protect their pack above all else. That was the creed etched into their hearts, to defend, to endure, even to sacrifice their own lives if it meant keeping their people safe. So, although they understood the elderly woman’s heartbreak, none of them could turn away. Abandoning the old and the young to be slaughtered was something no true warrior could ever do. To the elderly woman, the sight before her was heartbreaking. These young warriors were supposed
Their leader remained at the rear, watching the carnage unfold with a twisted sense of satisfaction. It didn’t even bother to join the fight; instead, it reveled in its role as a self-proclaimed king, watching its prey be torn apart.And why wouldn’t it feel powerful?Normally, werewolves could crush goblins with ease, ripping them apart with a single bite or swipe of their claws. But today was different. The pack before them was made up of the old and the young, with their strongest warrior, Mary, still reeling from the sedatives.To the goblins, this wasn’t a battle; it was sport. And they were confident they would win.As for the coachmen, although they too had the ability to shift into wolves, they were not fighters. Whether they transformed or not made little difference; their strength was nowhere near that of a warrior.In truth, their wolf forms were no stronger than those of an omega. If they had possessed real combat ability, they would have joined the warrior ranks long ago
She didn’t know when Victoria and the others would arrive, if they even could, but for now, all she could do was endure and hold the line for as long as possible.Thud.Thud.Thud.The dull impact of darts hitting flesh echoed in her ears—once, twice, again. Her Alpha blood kept her upright, but a hot fog rolled through her head; her limbs felt sluggish, and her thoughts thickened.There was a lag between stimulus and response, a dangerous slow-motion where reflexes failed. Then the attackers poured from the bushes, silhouettes moving toward her. They must have assumed that a few sedative-coated darts, potent enough to fell an elephant, would bring her down quickly.But unfortunately for them, when the attackers emerged from the bushes, Mary was still conscious, her movements sluggish, but her awareness intact. She forced herself to stay upright through sheer willpower, shaking her head to fight the encroaching haze clouding her mind.When that wasn’t enough, she resorted to a harsher
The flesh was already reddening, but he watched closely to see if it would darken. If the area began to turn black, it meant the poison was fast-acting and deadly. But if the color remained the same, then it was likely a nerve toxin meant to paralyze temporarily. He prayed for the latter. If it were only a numbing poison, time would heal him. But if it was the deadly kind... without an antidote, they were doomed. The elderly man worked quickly as the mule cart jolted along the uneven path. He drew his dagger and carefully widened the wound to let the poison bleed out. His hands trembled, not just from the rough shaking of the cart, but from the mounting fear pressing on his chest. Then, another young warrior was suddenly tossed into the cart by Mary. The old man flinched, his heartbeat quickening as the cart lurched again. The sight of another wounded youth only deepened his unease, but he forced himself to focus, gripping the dagger tighter as he continued his desperate work. "O
When she turned around, she saw that one of the carts had gotten stuck; the ground beneath its wheels had turned soft and muddy, making it impossible to move forward. She realized with a pang of frustration that she’d been so lost in thought after finally relaxing a little that she hadn’t even noticed the change in terrain.Luckily, there were no monsters nearby. Still, Mary almost wanted to slap herself for letting her guard down at a time like this. There was no time to dwell on it, though.The people were already struggling to push the cart free, but the more they tried, the deeper the wheels sank into the mud. Gritting her teeth, Mary rushed over to help, determined to get the caravan moving again before anything, or anyone, could take advantage of their delay."Wait, don’t just push blindly! The wheel’s only sinking deeper into the mud!" Mary shouted through the mindlink, her voice sharp and commanding. The young warriors froze mid-action, panting as they struggled against the we
Tori’s POV "Luna! Luna Victoria! We've just received a report from the frontlines. The war is over!!!" Gamma Sylas's heavy footsteps rang through the hallway as he hurried toward my office, where I was buried in the grain production report from our farm. His excited voice echoed from down the hal
Victoria's POV Raquel didn't need to complete her statement. The unspoken words hung in the air, allowing everyone to fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. Speculation spread like wildfire through the hall. What Raquel truly wanted was for everyone to believe that, as Carlisle’s curren
Tori’s POV As instructed, I put on something nice, a dress I had been holding onto, hoping for the day I could wear it in front of Alpha Carlisle, sharing a quiet dinner together. I never imagined that day would come so soon. After washing up and dressing, I applied light makeup to conceal the exh
Tori’s POV The next day, the sun glaringly pierced through the curtains. I couldn't remember when I had fallen asleep the night before, but as far as I recalled, I dozed off in the woods after crying the entire night. But now... I looked around and saw that I was back in the Alpha suite. I was







