Chapter 132
ke''s POV
Five years have psed, marking a significant period of transformation within the werewolf realm.
During this rtively brief timeframe, two pivotal events unfolded, forever altering the fabric of the
werewolf world.
First and foremost, a formidable alliance materialized, spearheaded by the Blood Hound Pack, which
Failure toply with this coercive demand meant certain annihtion, as witnessed with the tragic
fate of the Red Moon Pack. Fear gripped the hearts of all, leaving them with no choice but to acquiesce
and join the formidable alliance.
The second event that reverberated across the werewolf domain was the sudden disappearance of two
prominent packs, the Red Moon Pack and the Silver Pack.
The entire werewolfmunity was aware that the Alliance had obliterated the Red Moon Pack,
leaving no trace of its existence.
However, the enigma surrounding the Silver Pack''s vanishing perplexed all. Spections ran amok,
with some conjecturing that they, too, fell victim to the Alliance''s wrath, while others suggested they
were forced into hiding after enduring relentless attacks.
Rumors even circted that their Alpha, the esteemed Lycan King ke, had sumbed to a fatal
assault, therebypelling the pack to seek sanctuary. Nevertheless, the truth remained shrouded in
mystery, known only to a select few. What remained certain, however, was that the Blood Hound Pack,
under the reign of its Alpha, Kain, had ascended to a position of power, effectively governing the entire
werewolf realm.
As time inexorably marched on, the tumultuous skies gradually settled, symbolizing a period of rtive
tranquility. The world underwent profound changes, and I, too, found myself transformed by the shifting
tides of fate.
Gazing through the window, I surveyed the once meticulously manicured garden, now overgrown and
transformed into a dense forest.
The Silver Pack, that for a time exposed themselves to outsiders, had seemingly vanished without a
trace. In its ce, abyrinthine thicket of towering trees and dense vegetation concealed the pack''s
inner sanctum, effectively thwarting prying eyes. Stepping foot within this forbidden forest invited peril,
as an intricatework of trapsy in wait, poised to im the lives of unwee intruders.
Over the course of the past five years, during the Silver Pack''s self-imposed exile, I had diligently
fortified our territory, transforming it into an impregnable fortress. Every nook and cranny now bristled
with meticulously ced traps and impromptu defenses, designed to repel any unwee incursion.
Furthermore, each member of the pack had undergone rigorous training, molding them into formidable
warriors capable of attacking their enemies with lethal precision.
In the span of a mere five years, the Silver Pack, once teetering on the brink of copse, had risen from
the ashes, reiming its former might and resilience.
"Indeed, everything has changed... Even the garden that once held your affection has vanished," I
whispered softly, my voice betraying a tremor beneath my ostensiblyposed exterior. Closing my
eyes briefly, I reopened them, a mask of unyielding detachment recing any trace of emotion.
"Yet, the one who has undergone the most profound change… is none other than myself," I dered,
my tone icy and devoid of warmth. Throughout these passing years, I had honed myself relentlessly.
My physical form had grown stronger, my primal instincts sharper, surpassing the zenith of my previous
capabilities. However, the most crucial transformation took ce within my very core.
Gradually, I erected imprable walls around my heart, rendering it impervious to the influence of
others. I had truly andpletely changed into the feared Lycan King, the undisputed Alpha of the
indomitable Silver Pack.
"Why... can''t I still find you?" I squeezed my hands tightly. It has been five long years, but my efforts
yielded no results. There wasn''t even a single clue about Chloe''s whereabouts.
"Is it possible that you started a whole new life somewhere else? And in that new life... I don''t have a
ce anymore?" I whispered, wearing a cold smirk on my face.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"ke?" Arthur, with his familiar face, appeared. Compared to how Arthur used to be, always yful
and friendly, he now showed respect and caution towards me. The friend I once had vanished, and in
his ce stood a loyal subordinate.
"Are you avable? I have some things to report," he asked respectfully. I nced at Arthur and
motioned towards the sofa with a in expression.
Arthur didn''t say anything and instead sat at the sofa. Before he could start, I asked, "Have you found
any clues?"
Something flickered in Arthur''s eyes before he sighed and shook his head. "Our spies came back. They
found no clue on where Chloe might be…" Arthur said straightforwardly.
“ke... please forgive me for bringing up such a sensitive subject," Arthur hesitated, his voiceced
with caution. "But are you absolutely certain... that fateful night, Chloe didn''t meet her end alongside
the Red Moon Pack?"My expression remained unchanged, but my eyes grew colder at the mention of
that night. The events that unfolded then had sent shockwaves throughout the entire werewolf
crimson, both in the sky above and on the ground below.
No member of the Red Moon Pack was spared on that gruesome night. Every one of them met their
demise by the order of Kain, the despicable Alpha of the Blood Hound Pack, who had them all
beheaded. Chloe, the daughter of the former alpha, was not exempt from this fate. Everyone believed
she perished that night, along with the rest.
Everyone, except for me.
Gently, I looked down at my chest, feeling the familiar warmth that resided in my heart, a profound
connection that confirmed Chloe''s continued existence. Not only had she survived, but she had also
awakened her dormant wolf, growing stronger with each passing day.
"She is alive," I stated simply to Arthur. In the past, my emotions would have been tumultuous
whenever I spoke of Chloe. But over the years, I had taught myself to remain indifferent until her name
could escape my lips without any visible reaction.
"ke..." Arthur''s voice wavered, his uncertainty palpable. "We employed our best spies, searched
tirelessly in every corner. Chloe, I believe she might really be..." He trailed off, leaving the rest of his
sentence unspoken. Yet, I understood his implication—that Chloe likely hadn''t survived.
Furrowing my brows, a chilling aura radiating from my body, I felt a surge of anger. But it wasn''t
directed at Arthur; it stemmed from a different source. A mocking smile curved upon my lips.
"Not only is she alive, Arthur. Chloe... she has sessfully awakened her wolf," I revealed, causing
Arthur''s eyes to widen in astonishment. Paying no heed to his surprise, I ced my hand over my heart
and continued, devoid of any emotion, "Within the depths of my chest, I sense the bond with her wolf.
Every day, it strengthens further. Thus, I know without a doubt that she lives."
Arthur fell silent, contemting my words for a few fleeting moments before finally speaking, his voice
filled with realization. "If you can feel her wolf''s connection, then it means..."
"It means she can also sense mine. If she desired, she could have easily reached out to me," I
concluded his sentence, my tone tinged with bitter self-mockery. "There is only one possible
exnation," I added, my voice carrying the weight of truth. "Chloe... she has chosen to cut all ties with
me,pletely erasing me from her life."
“ke…” Arthur stood,pletely silent, his eyes filled withplicated emotions.
“That’s how it is,” I replied without emotion. “After all, five years have passed, and so many things has
changed,” I added coldly.
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While the room was filled with tension, suddenly, the door burst open. Then, a small boy with the same
dark hair as mine ran inside, his big eyes twinkling as he looked around the room. And when he looked
at me, a big smile appeared on his little mouth. Suddenly, the coldness around my body disappeared
as I looked at the young boy.
“Big changes such as this one,” I said with a smirk.
“Dada!” The boy screamed before lunging towards me.