NARRATOR

The victorious Alpha stood among the ruins of what was once the Fertile Valley pack.

His dark gaze and thirst for vengeance remained unquenched.

Where did this weapon come from?

He asked himself again, staring at the dagger in his hand.

The pain of losing his son mingled with greed. None of these fools seemed to know how to make it, but his people had spoken of a white-haired woman and another male who wasn’t there.

"Sir, we found a trail near those mountains," the warrior reported, pointing in one direction.

They were experts in tracking and conquest.

"Get ready."

*****

The next day, just as the sun rose over the horizon, Lyra, Drakkar, Gertrudis, and Nana set off toward the intricate passage.

The steep and hidden grotto led them into a dark cave.

"Don’t be afraid. The beasts don’t dare to come in here,"

she said, walking ahead in her wolf form, carrying Nana.

Nana’s illness came more from the heart than the body—the bond with her Omega was weakened and withered.

When Lyra e