CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE : STRANGERS

Two strangers walked along the road as horses and carriages blazed past them, it was obvious that something was happening in the capital. One of the strangers stopped a peasant who was on a carriage.

"What is going on?", asked on the stranger.

"The capital..., it is in chaos. The alpha king has been killed and so have a lot of the alphas, the Crimson pack is no more and their allies have been killed too.

It's chaos in the capital and people are fleeing for their lives."

"Hmmm...", replied the stranger.

"Where are you going to?", the Peasant asked.

"Isn't it obvious, we are going to the capital.

That is where we need to be now."

"Didn't you hear a word I just said? Going to the capital is a death sentence."

"No worries... we will be fine.

After all, we are already dead.", said the stranger as the two strangers begun walking. They used black cloaks to cover themselves from head to toe and their identities were co cealed due to the overgrowth of facial hair and the hoods over their heads