Two enormous wolves, one white and one black, watched the massacre on the battlefield.

Despite being caught off guard and most of their strength taken away by Alpha Douglas, the guard warriors fought to defend their pack.

Maell was the strategist and the calm thinker, and Niall was the general in battle, the first to advance without fear of danger, passionate and risky.

When they fought together and coordinated, they were lethal.

The very warriors fighting at their side were left astonished and admiring the ferocity of these two powerful young Alphas.

But being two Ancients, sons of Lucian, nothing less was expected of them.

"Niall, let's go see the prisoners. I sent several warriors to guard the dungeons beforehand so they wouldn't kill the prisoners during the attack, especially that woman."

"Let's leave someone in charge here to gather the members of this pack and let them mourn their dead in peace."

"Let's also reinforce the boundaries so we're not attacked by surprise by the surr