Dozens and dozens of lycans joined Rhiannon and left the temple with her. One would have thought that perhaps, only the older ones who have knowledge of the history, or the lower classes who didn’t exactly enjoy the favor of Casthiel’s lineage would join her, but the truth was that even two of the main Alphas of the packs went with her.

“We will make a three-hundred-kilometer run north to the nearest safe place where we can regroup,” General Gallagher said a few minutes later, but not before turning to Rhiannon with a questioning look in his eyes, waiting for her approval.

“No one must be left behind,” was the girl’s reply. “It hasn’t even been a quarter of an hour and I can guarantee that all of your heads have a price on them already. The squads loyal to the king will start hunting us soon, so no one can stay behind,” she said, looking at the nearly two hundred lycans who had followed her. “Do you all have open communication with your wolves?

Many shook their heads; they were young