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Morey's army lounged towards us fast and fiercely, just as mine returned with the same energy. When they clashed, it was just screams, tearing of flesh, growls, and blood everywhere. I could see Morey trying to get to me, while my army was trying to protect me. His army was attacking me from all sides and trying to kill me because the rule of war clearly states that when the Alpha of a fighting pack dies, his army will have to retreat.

* Alpha Archer * I could feel the slight tremble of my land beneath the march of the Southern warriors invading. Even before I saw them crest the ridge, I smelled the scent of their blood, the iron, sweat, and the musk of wolves bred for war, not honor. Alpha Douglas's banner split the horizon like a wound, black and crimson snapping in the wind, his warriors flooding the valley as if they meant to drown the West in numbers alone. But I never felt afraid; I am ready to take them on!

I wasn't fighting it anymore. END OF CHAPTER 8.

I glanced back one last time, taking in the magnitude of our numbers, the sheer bravery that stood before me. Leading the way, I marched at the forefront of the army, my mind consumed with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The rhythmic sound of boots hitting the ground resonated through my being, synchronizing with the beat of my racing heart. The weight of my armor seemed to press down on my shoulders, a constant reminder of the immense responsibility that rested upon me.

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your family was just the scapegoats they used for decades. Mavric and Liora stood frozen. The enemy they had been fighting all this time might only be a shadow of a far greater enemy, one much closer than they ever imagined. END OF CHAPTER 135

I continued, my voice low and steady, "are not mere soldiers, but warriors born of the Beast Kingdom. They are creatures of instinct and fury, honed by generations of warfare. An army lacking cohesion, a force without unity, will crumble before their onslaught." My eyes swept across the sea of faces, searching for a spark of understanding, a flicker of determination. "Therefore," I declared, raising my voice to carry across the vast expanse, "before we march towards Northfall City, before we engage in the coming conflict, I intend to restructure this army. We will be divided into six distinct groups: Light Infantry, Heavy Infantry, Cavalry, Archers, Scouts, and a dedicated Supplies Team." A

“Thank you for standing by me. It is an honor to fight with you.” Albert mustered a smile, albeit a wobbly one. “The same to you, Felix.” I looked down at my army below me. We were all that stood between Charles and his vengeance. “Onward!” I shouted down my generals. They looked up, understanding my signal, and started to march. I urged my army forward, creating a wide line that approached the border of Fresonia like a wall. Ignatius and I moved up and down, monitoring the slow, steady march of the enemy.

"We aren't fighting for a story anymore. We’re fighting for the Marrow." I looked at my children, who stood strong and radiant in the glade. We were no longer characters in a romance or pawns in a war. We were a Dynasty of the Wild, and the 173rd chapter was the first page of a book the High Council would never be able to read.

A small, stiff movement of my head. Roman studied my face for a moment, like he was trying to read my thoughts. Then he moved closer. His arm wrapped gently around my shoulders, pulling me against his side. I didn’t resist, i leaned into him, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear. The slow, familiar rhythm somehow grounded me.