Although Alpha Nathaniel requested the Alpha King for help, but the interference of the dark witches in the battle startled him.
He had fought countless combats against the werewolf Alphas, but as an advocate of physical strength, they never used this witchy trick to ambuscade his Pack.
Someone else was the mastermind behind the current armed conflict, and he was adamant to find that person. He was pondering over this matter for a while, but the fire of unease in his heart didn’t subside a bit.
Lucas was growling nonstop, hinting towards an ominous event.
“Call mate.”
Nathaniel was dialing Alohi’s number when he felt a raging hurl coursing through every cell of his body, and then it started converting his veins into the iron cables.
“What’s happening to me?”
He grabbed the seat of the car, Lucas howled in agony.
“Mate, she is hurt.”
“Please help.”
The driver of that rented car immediately rescued him, and parked the car on the road side.
“I will call the ambulance.”