To Meet Their Goals

Rakiz Lemoir, who was in his wolf worm, arrived at the boundaries of the Crescent Pack.

He knew he could not let himself be discovered that he just arrived, lest he aroused suspicions. Shifting back, he immediately climbed to the nearest towering tree.

From one branch to another, Rakiz Lemoir leaped. His destination was the trade route wherein all the merchants going to the Crescent Pack would pass through.

Perched on a branch, Rakiz loomed over a wagon escorted by low-ranking omegas.

Sniffing the air, he smelled the scent of wine and the salty sea. It was a merchant selling a foreign wine from a distant continent – probably the land of elves.

He took the small pouch filled with silvery powder from his inner pocket. Slowly opening the pouch, Rakiz Lemoir immediately sprinkled the powder around him.