Chapter Seventy-three: Danger.

Alpha Leander stomped into his throne room, fuming with Helia trailing behind him.

"Sebastian!" He yelled as he sat on his throne and a lanky young lad rushed into the throne room and knelt before him.

"When will be the next full moon night?"

"A month from now," the lad answered.

"How are our spies doing?"

"Staying in Wulfe as a spy during the day is hard for a regular werelion because of Nyx's curse. I've been able to find a few lionless werelions but they are not quite experienced. However, news has reached me from them that ever since Alpha Janus' attack, the army of Wulfe has been preparing for a strike back from Khron."

Alpha Leander roared on hearing Sebastian's report.

"But, my Lord, I've also heard that Alpha Janus cares less about his people. The soldiers of werewolves he recruited are being trained specially to protect him and not the grassroots werewolves."

"Foolish Alpha," Alpha Leander snorted. "He believes that all were-creatures would be under him soon and is not concer