Pack of Wolves 2

Iris looked at the smile plastered on Morgan's face, it was a familiar smile, and she could sense the hidden meaning of Morgan's request.

"What are you waiting for?"

Morgan tugged at Iris's arm, causing the witch to inevitably be pushed toward him.

The witch's face heated up when she felt Morgan hug her waist, they jumped down, behind the thick trees.

"Use your power," Morgan said matter-of-factly, glancing at Iris beside him, he had a special reason for telling Iris to do it, this Witch has great magic.

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell, but when Iris transforms into Alena, Morgan doesn't smell Iris, but Alena. Iris' magic is very useful against werewolves.

Iris cast a spell, and slowly a blackish-purple light enveloped the two of them, turning Iris into Alena and Morgan into Alpha.

"I don't know what Alpha looks like now," said Iris, she only saw a black and white photo hanging on the wall of Alena's house. "This magic only works for one hour."

"Okay, that's enough." Morgan nodded, bringing Iris closer to the settlement, he walked casually, trying not to look suspicious. Morgan wasn't sure the disguise worked one hundred percent, but he was a man of challenge, the more dangerous the more his blood swelled with passion.

Several werewolves they met bowed their heads respectfully, Iris trying to adjust her expression to look like Alena.

"I don't think this will work," said Iris when the wolf elder's house was seen, only a few houses left, Iris wanted to quicken her pace, and the witch felt a piercing gaze behind her.

"Who said it would work?" Morgan smirked, Iris was annoyed in an instant.

Morgan on purpose!

"Who are you guys?" A man with short black hair stood in front of Morgan, with his arms crossed and staring fiercely.

Morgan chuckled, not intending to answer at all, already expecting their disguise to be blown so quickly.

"You're too young fifty years to be our Alpha," continued the black-haired man, and several burly men approached them.

"Tell me who you are!"

Morgan's collar was gripped tightly, the sound of his teeth chattering.

"Who do you think I am?" Morgan asked back, grinning. Iris beside him was sweating coldly, she silently cursed her stupidity, this person beside her was insane, she should have realized when in the warehouse earlier, Morgan was an idiot.

"Lloyd!" Alena appeared from behind, Iris felt her heart almost burst out of her mouth.

"As usual you're always arrogant Lloyd," said Alena again, glancing at Iris.

Iris felt that her disguise was in vain pulling her magic, their bodies returning to their original state.

"To think you two worked together ...."

"I just want to meet Thomas!" Iris replied emphatically, and Alena smirked.

"So you know? Too bad you can't, Andreas will arrive at dawn, and the human will be his."

Iris growled, she was angry. His Thomas, his partner. No one can take Thomas away from her.

Morgan glanced at Iris, and she smirked.

"Well. We'll use another way," Morgan whispered, the man jumped at Alena, instantly turning into a big gray wolf, and Alena backed away. After all, she is Luna, and will not win against another Alpha pack. Several wolves swiftly protected Alena.

Iris threw the magic bottle from her cloak, and the small grasses grew to the size of a human, as if given a soul, the grass moved around the pack of wolves with its leaves.

Iris is a high-level Witch, her ability to animate something as a weapon is her only ability other than making potions.

The Witch jumped to avoid the wolf in front of her, she couldn't help but miss this atmosphere, the fighting atmosphere that made his blood boil.

"What a troublesome couple." Alena remained in her human body, she crossed her arms, letting the herd fight Morgan and Iris.

Morgan's brown eyes flashed, and he gave off a very strong pheromone scent, making the wolves feel the air around them suffocating. Alena hurried away, not good for her to be under the pressure of another Alpha pheromone.

Iris snorted her blue dress torn by the claws of the wolf in front of her, seeing that Morgan lunged at the wolf quickly.

The chaos caused by Morgan is no joke. The werewolf was an idiot of great strength. The wooden houses surrounding them were destroyed, the trees fell, and blood pooled on the ground.

Iris felt her body surrounded by Morgan's breath, they stared at each other.

Is it true that in front of him is a wolf that slaughters its pack?

Iris only saw him as a brainless wolf. Iris didn't know who to trust, whether it was Morgan or Alena who had lied to her, more importantly, she had to save Thomas.

Thomas might be able to use magic runes, but he couldn't control them until Thomas was out of her reach, she wouldn't know what magic the prince was using.

Iris was thirsty for power when she saw the rune, she was not only curious but also obsessed. But seeing Thomas, who always lay helpless after using the runes, Iris still had to think again.

Thomas was supposed to be a human, but seeing that he was determined to survive despite the terrible curse of the White Wizard, Iris began to doubt.

He calculated many possibilities about who Thomas was, apart from being a prince, of course. She couldn't let Thomas be away from her. That human might be a very valuable asset.

While they are battling a growing herd of wolves, Litzy has magic into a mouse to infiltrate the elder's house, looking for Thomas.

***

In one room, Thomas woke up, groaning, feeling excruciating pain in his arm as he rose from his bed.

"Are you awake?"

Someone's soft voice startled him. He turned but saw no one, the surroundings were dark.

"Iris?" He muttered, trying to be wary of his surroundings, he used to wake up and see Iris, but now he only saw darkness.

"You didn't see me?" The soft voice asked again, the sound of approaching footsteps was heard, and cold sweat ran down his temples.

"Who?"

There was no answer, only the clinking of spoons against glasses, then the creaking sound of the bed. The owner of the voice sat nearby.

"It's natural for people who are cursed by the White Wizard."

"What?" Thomas clutched his sheet, his heart pounding.

"Your eyes have lost their function," continued the owner of the soft voice, something cold touching Thomas' lips, the glass cup.

"Drink, it will make you feel better."

Thomas took the glass away from his mouth, "Iris, where is Iris?"

"She's having dinner, don't worry. You can see her tomorrow."

The glass cup was thrust at him again, Thomas felt the back of his neck being pressed, and he frowned. With one gulp of the water, Thomas immediately vomited, there was a high dose of sleeping pills in it.

"What are you doing?"

Thomas heard the sound of broken glass, he didn't know if it was on purpose or if the owner of the voice had dropped him. He shifted until his back hit the wall, and his hands fumbled through his pants. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the tube containing the silver needle was still there.

"I said drink," said the voice again, easily pulling Thomas' body down to the floor with a thud, his hair pulled up, Thomas coughed as the water was forced into his mouth.

What happened? Where's Iris?

He struggled, his hands were trying to reach out, and the owner of the soft voice pressed against his small body, not at all heartless, continuously pouring water incessantly, Thomas guessed, it wasn't from the glass anymore but from the teapot directly.

"Cough ... cough ... uh... cough ..." Thomas struggled, feeling his body being thrown against the wall, he grimaced. It felt like he was very familiar with the body being thrown here and there.

"Cough... cough... who are you?" Thomas coughed again, his hand holding the small tube tightly, he didn't know who was in front of him, but most likely, this person was a werewolf.

"Who do you think I am?"