Hiding In The Alleged Enemy's Lair

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were directed at the Alpha of the rival pack as he made his way in the direction of the Night Prowler Pack House, a huge mansion that could easily be mistaken as a five-star hotel.

Behind him, Milroy kept throwing glances left and right, fearing for his life.

The two packs had after all engaged in an intense war that killed altogether twenty-five werewolves from both sides.

When the survivors from the Night Prowler Pack saw Ronan Silverback, all they remembered was the fierce battle between him and their own Alpha, Kinnon Youngshaper. And then, the catastrophic mudslide that buried the unfortunate ones underneath.

On top of the white stone staircase that led to the foyer, Bjorn was already waiting for them.

"Alpha Ronan, welcome to our pack house," he greeted Ronan with a bow.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Beta Bjorn."