Seraphine decided to fight until there was practically no strength left in him.

He hoped whatever had happened to these wolves would pass soon.

He had chosen to accompany them personally, setting aside even his duties, because he wanted to strengthen ties with this powerful wolf clan.

Seraphine had visited the witches of the valley seeking guidance as the new monarch, and all they told him was that his fate was inextricably tied to these werewolves.

He didn’t understand at the time, but when the Alpha twins came seeking his powerful blood for Nagy, he impulsively decided to return to their pack with them.

Now, he regretted that decision, wondering if this would become his deathbed.

“Hssss,” he hissed at two rabid wolves in front of him.

He was covered in wounds, bleeding, and honestly running out of strength.

He sidestepped to avoid a claw swipe, but not quickly enough. The claws raked across his shoulder, leaving deep gashes. Seraphine didn’t even have time to catch his breath becaus