All Chapters of No Place for a Packless Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

In the human world, the fall of the Bloodmoon Pack was just news of the bankruptcy of a local investment holding company. But in the Underworld - a shadow market where immortals, ancient monsters and werewolves trade in blood and power - this event is like an atomic bomb explosion. In the Vanguard Group command room that was armored in pure bulletproof armor, a giant holographic screen flashed showing red and blue curves clawing at each other. The atmosphere in there was like a battlefield. Dozens of golden-eyed financial analysts werewolves from clans of high-ranking accountants and spies worked at speeds beyond human comprehension. Chloe stood on the command platform. Her black hair was left flowing lightly. His face was hard as marble, his eyes focused intently on the red curve that suddenly devoured Vanguard's blue curve in the Eastern port logistics sector."Report Young Miss! Our shares in North Meritim Harbor were suddenly short-sold by hundreds of anonymous shell companies a

The night air in the East Harbor warehouse district suddenly plunged to fifteen degrees below zero. The breath of the ordinary human guards condensed thickly before turning white into ice crystals. The Vanguard's early warning had sounded the silent siren, but the invasion came faster than a gust of death-bringing wind.The one hundred elite Frostbite Pack soldiers did not come on landing vehicles, but instead jumped from the stealth helicopters in the form of stocky wolves with shining silver fur. The moment their claws touched the wet asphalt of the harbor, a layer of ice five inches thick immediately spread wildly, freezing everything in its path. A shrill wolf roar broke the silence of the night, led directly by Alpha Kaelen Frost. The Lord of the North walked casually in his ancient human form. A wolf fur coat draped over his shoulders, with a pair of glacier blue eyes that continued to radiate cold terror. Kaelen had no intention of sneaking around. He came with absolute arrog

The rising sun washes the metropolis' buildings in golden orange. In the top penthouse of The Vanguard Hotel & Suites, Chloe sat at a long black marble-topped dining table, wearing a white silk robe that flowed down her back. A cup of hot Earl Gray tea with the aroma of bergamot steamed slowly in front of him. Alexander Sterling, with a black shirt left half unbuttoned showing off an ancient rune tattoo on his broad chest, sat right next to Chloe. The deadly man barely touched his breakfast. His attention seemed to be permanently locked on the beautiful sculpture of the Queen's face, enjoying his own masterpiece with absolute devotion.The comfortable silence was broken when the crystal tablet in front of Chloe flashed red. An incoming video call with an SSS level security code only one person in the world has such access.Oswald Vanguard. The Grandfather. The feared ancestor of thousands of shadow organizations.Chloe pressed the accept button. The holographic screen projected the m

Deep in the Alpine pine forests guarded by illusion spells and supernatural paramilitary security units, stands The Lunar Colosseum. A black rocky amphitheater that has been a gathering place for Alphas, elders of the Grand Council, and clan leaders who adhere to the law of the jungle for thousands of years. Tonight, the moon shines deep red. A sign that the Blood Moon Grand Council will decide the geopolitical fate of the shadow world. Hundreds of representatives from the richest packs in Europe, Asia, and America sat in circular stands. The majority of them were arrogant old men in fancy suits who considered conservative bloodlines more sacred than anything else. In the middle of the arena, there is a circular table engraved with the symbol of the three strongest packs. One of the golden chairs belonging to the Vanguard was still empty, which immediately sparked a disgruntled buzz.“Vanguard is getting more and more impudent,” grumbled the Alpha of the Griffin Pack, a middle-aged

One month passed since the Blood Moon Grand Assembly. The name Chloe Vanguard is now not only mentioned with crazy fear, but also religious reverence among the supernatural elite. The silver supply chain, transcontinental air routes, and the werewolf's military weapons technology sector are now purely within the grasp of his blood-red painted nails.However, absolute peace has never entered The Vanguard's dictionary of life. That morning, at Vanguard's underground intelligence base, Arthur thrust a steel tablet in front of Chloe. The old butler's face, which had always been unreadable, now looked a little hard a sign that there was a crucial anomaly."Young Lady, we have a small problem that might smell quite strong if left unchecked," Arthur reported, his voice as flat as ever but restrained.Chloe, who was checking the report on the acquisition of three Middle Eastern oil refineries, stopped moving her fingers. He looked at the tablet screen.A low-quality CCTV footage of the Blood