Chapter Forty-Seven

Amante POV

The emerging early morning sunlight on the horizon gradually removed the dark cloak of the night. Its generous brightness hugged the glimmering snowflakes that showers from the sky.

I slowly get up from my crouching stance. It’s weird to feel weak and vulnerable, and somehow, I knew it’s because of wolfbane. I am not invincible, after all!

My packmates, roughly about ten thousand of warriors who had survived the night because of me, huddled around with curious expressions on their faces.

“They were beyond belief when they found out you survived the blast.”, says Amaltheo as I shake my body to get rid of the powdered wolfbane left on my furs.

The werewolves around jerked away to avoid being touched by the poisonous talc. I smirked at their cowardly behavior.

“Beta Maziar! How’s the search for my mate?”, I mentally asked as I trudge my way further from the hole. It’s giving me the creeps.

Beta Maziar did not resp