Todos los capítulos de Where the Pack Ends: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

“Only the weak will cry!”The roar of the crowd inside the Ironfang Arena washed over me the moment I stepped onto the cold stone floor of the battle pit. Ten pack teams lined the perimeter, their broad shoulders heavy with leather armor and iron weapons, their eyes gleaming with lethal ambition.I stood alone at my carved stone table.Every other pack team had brought a master strategist, a scholar, and two war-assistants. My team consisted of just me in the front line. I had no assistants to fetch extra parchment, no scholars to whisper tactical advice. To the noble wolves watching from the raised stone tiers above, the rejected heiress of the Lykaon Moonfang Pack looked completely outmatched before the trial even began.Behind each team’s table hung a massive, spell-enchanted mirror stone. Every line I etched onto my parchment with my quill would flash across the mirror in real time for the Elders, the Moon Scribes, and the hundreds of pack travelers to see.“The Grand Assembly doe

“Do you really think you can play games with me, rejected heiress?” Themistocles Drakon rasped, his thick hand clamping down on my wrist like a iron vice.I stumbled hard against his massive, broad frame, my breath catching in my throat as his heavy wolf scent of crushed pine and winter storm hit me like a physical wave.His eyes flared with a strange, dark gold light, his usual smooth, noble facade cracking to reveal the dangerous Alpha underneath.My inner wolf bristled, a cold shudder running straight down my spine. The temperature in the corridor plunged instantly. It was the kind of soul-crushing cold that meant only one thing.A High Alpha was near.“Supreme Alpha King,” Themistocles murmured, his lips curving into a slow, mocking smile as he didn't bother letting go of my wrist. “What a unexpected honor.”My blood ran completely cold.I turned my head stiffly. Standing at the end of the stone hallway, bathed in the shadows of the torches, was the massive, towering silhouette of

Dilios Moonfang’s claws scraped against the black slate with a frantic, desperate rhythm. The entire spectator area of the Ironfang Arena was dead silent, every pair of eyes locked onto the massive scrying mirrors overhead.Another half hour passed, and the base structure for the battle plan was nearly fully etched.Yet, completing the rough blueprint meant nothing if the intricate tactical glyphs couldn't be drawn in time. Half of the allotted trial time had already slipped through our fingers.Not far from us sat the elite squad of the Silvermoon Academies, led by Artemisia’s top tactical drawer, Shu Lei. She sat back on her raised bench, carving her slate with smooth, unhurried precision.The female was undoubtedly a gifted scholar.Her stylus moved with rhythmic control, her cuts clean and shallow, requiring zero correction. The strategy forming under her hands was refined, elegant, and nearly complete.Her two pack assistants sat quietly beside her with little to do except gently

“He was definitely taking the piss with that roar,” Leonidas grunted beside me, his deep laugh rumbling through his broad chest.It was a hearty, arrogant sound that vibrated straight into my bones.Yet, hearing it sent an intoxicated, dizzying heat rushing through my veins.I stared up at the male running beside me, completely spellbound by the sight of him.I had never seen this side of the Supreme Alpha King of the Argyros Pack. He wasn't acting like the cold, terrifying ruler of Sparta Moonhaven—he was indulging himself like a reckless young wolf in heat.He was laughing out loud, his chest heaving, his boots slamming against the dirt trail as he dragged me along by my wrist!It suddenly struck me that I had never seen him break into a run before.This lethal, ruthless Alpha, who usually carried himself with icy, military precision, was currently gripping my fingers tightly, sprinting wildly through the secluded woods of the academy grounds. The terrified young wolf couples hiding

“He definitely abandoned us for that snake,” Astinos Silverclaw grunted, his cold grey eyes fixed on the empty chair at the front of our strategy table.His sharp claws scratched nervously against the dark wood, leaving deep white gouges in the oak.It was a bitter, rage-inducing truth that made my blood burn like silver poison.Yet, looking around the dimmed war chamber of our private pack hall, I forced my expression to remain an unreadable mask of ice.I couldn't afford to break. Not now.“Why did Dilios suddenly defect?” He Lingzhi paced back and forth across the stone floor, her tail-braids whipping frantically against her armor. “We were on the verge of claiming a top-five rank in the Silvermoon Academies Selection! Why would he jump ship to the Silverfang squad right before the final trial? Was he threatened? Was he bribed with sacred blood-pills?”It felt like a fatal blow delivered straight to our throats.Even if Su Xiaomi and Yang Yi managed to survive the grueling three-ho