chapter one hundred and sixty three

**Supreme Alpha's POV**

Ten years later.

Lying in bed, my body weakened by the incessant coughing and the constant flow of blood, I stared at the ceiling of the isolated room. The doctor's words still echoed in my ears like an inescapable sentence.

Lupina Adstringens, a cruel and ruthless disease, was corroding my body like a destructive fire. It was a curse that had devastated entire packs, claiming the lives of wolves who were once vigorous and wild. The wound caused by the silver weapon, of unparalleled purity, was like a death sentence for all werewolves. This silver had been created by humans, extracting the purest metal from nature to exterminate us.

My beta, the most loyal of my wolves, was by my side, expressing a mix of concern and determination. He mentioned how humans were advancing, polluting the forest, and how the disease had already afflicted some wolves by feeding on contaminated animals. But my infection was unique, an inexplicable anomaly that only heightened the urg