Chapter one hundred & twelve

As they neared the edge of the forest, they heard the sounds of battle in the distance. The Mocosia pack was under attack, and they needed their Alphas' help.

Without a second thought, Fred and Sargus transformed into their werewolf forms and charged towards the source of the commotion. As they burst through the trees, they saw a group of men in black suits and masks attacking their pack.

The agency had found them.

Fred and Sargus roared, and the pack rallied to their side. They fought with all their might, their razor-sharp claws and teeth tearing through flesh and bone. The battle raged on for hours, and it seemed as if the agency had an endless supply of soldiers.

But the Mocosia pack was not to be defeated. They fought fiercely, never giving up or backing down. Sargus was a force to be reckoned with, his years of training with the agency coming in handy as he took down one agent after another.

Fred, too, was a fierce warrior. He led his pack into battle, his strength and courage i