All Chapters of No Place for a Packless Wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In the Tactical Command center of Olympus Tower, which had circular walls layered with dozens of holographic screens, Chloe Vanguard stood tall with a cup of warm macchiato in her hand. At his side, Alexander Sterling leaned back with his arms crossed with a face of fury that had not yet completely subsided.A main screen displayed a live feed recording of an infrared view of the dirty alley where Valerius was. Traces of bright blue radiated from the Ancestor's body, a stark contrast to the satellite's eyes."The Aegis Nullifier radiation from your desk that hit him earlier left traces of magical tracer isotopes in his blood cells, Miss," Arthur reported in a tone as flat as a computer that had just finished melting iced tea. "Our Orion satellite will never lose its molecular track, even if it hides in the Earth's core." "Poor ancestor," Chloe sipped her coffee slowly, her gaze very condescending to the ancient creature on the screen. "He thought escaping from my room meant escaping

Six months after the beheading of Valerius The Firstborn.Metropolis spins in a false sense of order. The "Pax Lycana" hegemony signed by The Human Sentinels with Grandpa Oswald Vanguard created a period of absolute peace where there was no open bloodshed. All fangs and claws of the underworld have been swept away, tempered by trillions of dollars in cash and the unrivaled military might of the new Black Wolf Queen.Chloe Vanguard is now officially untouchable. That night, the coast of the private island of Vanguard in the Pacific Ocean felt very calm. In a glass-walled beachfront villa, Chloe stood looking out at the dark ocean with a glass of champagne in her hand. She wore a thin silk evening gown that clung perfectly to every inch of her curves. The sound of crashing waves combined in harmony with Alexander's bare footsteps approaching him from behind. The Alpha King never wears full clothes when he is alone with the Queen. His broad chest covered in ancient tattoos cut through

Viktor Aurelius stood up from his ivory throne, throwing back his blood-red robes. Wrath burned within his narrowed eyes. "How dare you insult the house of the gods, mortal bitch," Viktor hissed. Thousands of mutant bats and vampire knights hiding on the roof of the castle started drooling ready to attack. “Your squad of black-clad mercenaries, their laser bullets, all will be nothing to our immortal race. No bullet metal will tear our ivory skin.” Chloe laughed softly. A crisp, elegant laugh that cut through the anger of hundreds of vampire queens across from him. His laugh was not the laugh of violent arrogance, but the cruel laugh of a reality hacker. "I never waste lead on eternal junk," said The Heiress as she flipped her right hand in the air. Arthur, who was always alert by his side, pressed the release button on the titanium suitcases he had brought. The six giant suitcases opened. Viktor's eyes blinked. Inside the suitcase were not conventional bullets. But millions of p

The marble floor of the Avalon is now covered in blackish gray dust along with an essential horror. In the middle of the altar, the ruins of his table, Viktor Aurelius stumbled, trying to look up. In front of him stood two of the most arrogant beings that history had ever produced: a man who carried the aura of absolute doom and a demigod girl who carried the scent of boundless mortal wealth. "You..." Viktor's breath faltered. His eyes looked at Chloe, who was still covered in mink fur without a single speck of stain. "...you sacrificed the financial pillars of your country just for the sake of pseudo-selfishness?! Y-You uncivilized monsters!"Chloe laughed sarcastically, crossing her arms looking down at Viktor as if assessing junk. "Turning raw silver into killing machines is troublesome, Prince. But investments must bring profits, right?"The highly charismatic woman snapped her fingers at Arthur. The middle-aged man whose face was as sad as a tombstone stepped forward, dropping a

Grandpa Oswald Vanguard sat in his wheelchair at the end of the main balcony. His wrinkled smile radiated a million cunning and giant pride that he had cultivated for more than sixty years. Now, that seed blooms into the most charming flower of death in the universe.Oswald raised his old hand. Absolute silence instantly fell hostage to the thousand invited guests. "The world is changing," Oswald intoned, still with the dignified air of an Old Lion that never dies. "When pure wolf muscles and fangs are no longer relevant, pure power shifts to machines, money, and mind. Tonight, it is not just a surrender of my riches."Oswald looked straight at Chloe who stepped up to him, accompanied by Alexander the god of war from hell behind him."Tonight, Vanguard as a whole became a singular entity," continued the grandfather. He took out a command stick coated with black crystal - the key to activating the OMEGA System, a doomsday satellite protocol that could cut off the entire earth's signal