"They can smell her here, but where could she have gone?" The two warriors reached the alley, but it was empty. There was just an old wooden cart and some empty barrels, but no sign of Rose.

"There's no exit, no way she could have climbed this wall."

"There's a door here that leads somewhere," one began to push hard to open it, but the sturdy wood wouldn't budge.

"Let's go around to see who owns this place; it's clear she made it this far."

The two men sought the entrance to the old tavern.

As they entered, everyone present turned to look at them but then continued with their drinks.

"We need to check inside your business; we are looking for someone," one said to the bartender.

He didn't like the disdain in the people's eyes at all.

That's why many Alphas when conquering new packs, imposed restrictive and bloody laws, which was a pure reign of terror. Only then would they learn who the new boss was.

The law of the werewolves was such that too much kindness was seen as weakness.

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