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"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

Chills run down my spine and instantly my nerves vanish. We walk a little ways before he stops. He uncovers my eyes and my eyes open and try to adjust to the light. I cover my mouth and gasp. We are near the edge of the cliff and before us lies a view of the Emerald city. You can see everything from here. Below I can see the twinkling of the city lights and the hustle and bustle of the people. It seems everybody is in a rush to get somewhere, but I'm frozen in time watching as the world goes by. The view of the skyline can also be seen in the distance. The gray clouds cover the night sky as the moon tries to peek through. It's a relaxing and comforting feeling being up here.

Lagos, 2022 Ifenna read the headlines written boldly on the Nation newspaper and considered it silently. He looked at the pyramids that were close to a politician at the front page of the newspaper, wondering if one of them could somehow be the last set to be remembered among the locals. He dropped the newspaper on the table.

"Matthew said, ''There is a valley in the east port called Oakville, Oakville is the best place for users to start over however Oakville is far from the nearest town we will be complete by our self in the woods. if something would happen we have no choice but to hand it the self that might cause a problem for us I am just not sure what to do. "Matthew said, '' This upcoming winter I am not sure if we should do that, "Matthew said,

Chapter 27 I DIDN'T know my vocabulary was too small until I saw the majestic falls near the border of Zenios and Claivan pack. The inner borders were not entirely guarded by Deltas because Nirvana people follow their rules strictly. One of those was to never cross the border unless invited by the territory's leader. My eyes were widened like a kid who'd seen Disneyland for the first time. My lips were widely open as I stared at the beautiful masterpiece in front of us. No, I didn't really think there was a word that's already invented that could give justice to it.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

Governor Oliver sat with his arms crossed, his impatience thinly veiled. I traced the map with a gloved finger, sliding along the western frontier until it stopped at Lone Star’s jagged border. “They’ve handed us a pretext,” I began. “An army marching on Wasteland soil. A public declaration that they want our people dead. It is, on the surface, reason enough to destroy them.”

Instead, he was about to get the entire family. As Daniel and Lukas stepped onto the transport alongside Apollo, Kaira, and Caelen, the ramp hissed shut behind them. The skiff lifted off vertically, slicing through the night air and heading straight toward the outer frontier. The quiet before the storm was officially over. Act I was drawing to a close, and the road to the outer horizon lay wide open. XXX

​KAEL'S POV ​The northern border smelled of ash, blood, and cold rain. ​By the time the Imperial Vanguard reached the outermost territory, the damage had already been done. Smoldering ruins were all that remained of the frontier villages. Blackened timber lay scattered across the frozen earth, and columns of grey smoke rose lazily into the overcast sky. ​The moment my stallion halted in the center of the main settlement, the surviving pack members emerged from the shadows of the forest. They fell to their knees in the dirt, bowing their heads in reverence.

"The radio told us what happened to the human world because the humans lost control of their cities. It told us nothing about the werewolf territories. The packs are naturally isolated, heavily fortified, and defended by warriors who have hunted in these forests for generations. There is a very high probability that the packs are surviving, adapting, regrouping, and holding their borders." He looked around at the freshmen, whose pale cheeks were finally catching a hint of color. "We are sitting here grieving a dead world when our own people are likely fighting back. We need to make contact. We need to reach a telephone line that connects to the northern territory lines, or reach a pack outpo