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They both stared at that unusually dense forest. The forest pulsed with life, yet it seemed to harbor a great secret, a secret with no place for strangers like them.
Amasia: Oh my God, what is this— Aaaaaaaaaah!
They screamed in surprise at what they saw...
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Somewhere in this strange world, where werewolves live in a parallel realm called "Artemisia" (a name inspired by the moon), where nature reigns supreme and life is filled with magical laws. To them, humans are ancient myths—just stories told to young werewolves.
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And in the territory of the most powerful pack in the world, the royal pack ruled by the Alpha King, the king of werewolves and all supernatural creatures...
Inside that office sat a muscular masculine figure with regal features and stormy grey eyes, lounging in that velvet chair, facing a magnificent royal desk that clearly belonged to a king. And indeed, this was the office of the Alpha King, Maximilian Vulcano, the strongest being in the realm of Artemisia. Seated in the chair across from him was his royal Beta, "Adrian," his childhood friend, who often vowed to kill him any moment for his endless chatter—yet suddenly Adrian's demeanor shifted to seriousness as he began to speak, and Maximilian listened intently. It was work time now, and Adrian transformed into a different man altogether, unlike the fool he usually was in Maximilian's presence...
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Adrian (seriously): Max (short for Maximilian), the White Claw pack's Alpha has started overstepping his boundaries. The other packs have caught him in many mistakes and gathered evidence against him. Everyone is waiting for your decision to begin the siege.
Max (with ominous calm): Hmm, I suppose I'll handle him myself. I've been too lenient with him—turning a blind eye to his childish and irresponsible actions, out of respect for his father's memory. His father was my father's closest friend, almost like a second father to me. I can't fathom how his son turned out like this.
Adrian (angrily): You're right, Alpha. I also can't understand how such a great Alpha (though no greatness but God's) like Quilliam could have a son as ungrateful and weak as that one.
Max (disinterestedly): Forget him for now. Just a few more days and I'll end him with my own hands...
Suddenly, the voice of one of the border guards reached them through mind-linking, speaking seriously:
Guard (seriously): Alpha, there are two strangers at our border, and they have no scent.
Max (angrily): Take them to the pack's prison. I'll come as soon as I finish some matters (with a wicked tone). Take good care of them until I arrive. Try to extract any information from them...
Guard (with sly pleasure): Gladly, Alpha...
(How that annoys me 🤣🤣🤭🤦🏻♀️)
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Let's rewind a bit to our two heroines (a few hours earlier)...
To be continued...
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