Inside a majestic meeting dome, King Lycan occupied an imperial throne of grand proportions, exuding majesty and power. As they entered the room, the Beta and the other advisors took their seats with palpable trepidation, eager to meet their esteemed leader.“I allow everyone to resume their human forms,” the Alpha declared authoritatively, and everyone promptly complied under the penetrating gaze of their king.“Update me on the current state of the pack,” he commanded with determination.“Our food supplies have grown considerably, thanks to the blessings of the moon. We are well supplied,” an older wolf commented with elegance.“Our females are showing remarkable fertility, just as Your Majesty predicted. The pups born are of great virtue and promise to be exceptional warriors for our pack in the future,” a dark gray wolf added calmly.“As for the war, have we taken possession of the Crescent Moon camp near the spring where we used to fish?” King Lycan inquired imperiously.A solemn

“That, my dear, is between you and me!” I smiled affectionately at Conan as I watched his hands, which seemed stronger since the last time I had seen them. Victoria approached slowly, like a waiting vulture.“Sophie, it's his nap time… I have to take him!” She said.“I can help you put him down and hold him until he wakes up, I don't mind!” I shrugged.“Your time with him today was enough, human. Now the pup has a routine, and we'll take care of everything!” Lycan replied in a sour mood.“Harvey, please…” I raised my eyes to him, my voice faltering at the end, conveying a deep plea. “Let me stay with my nephew!”Alpha examined me with a piercing gaze, and I could feel the malice in his expression as well as his excitement and desire for control. It was clear that he resented being interrupted in his attempts, whatever they were, to satisfy his desires.“All right, put him to sleep.” The Alpha allowedVictoria looked puzzled but said nothing.I thanked Harvey with a half-smile, and he

“Get straight to the point!” Harvey wasn't known for his patience. Nodding, the beta began.“I wandered through the world of witches, asking questions. A mixed-blood witch said there's a forbidden love story told about them.” Oliver assessed the Alpha's expression before continuing, “The legend goes that a witch, a direct descendant of ancient ancestors with immeasurable powers, once spotted a wounded Alpha wolf after the war for dominance between humans and wolves.”“I remember that time. Your former king, my father, also participated in favor of our species. Go on!” Harvey gestured to the beta.“This witch took pity on the beast, rescuing it, hiding it, and nursing it back to health.”“Strange, witches don't usually meddle in wars!” The Alpha was evaluated.“That's where it gets even stranger. They don't know the witch's motivation. In the legend, the Alpha was grateful for her compassion. During his recovery, a love grew between them,” Oliver paused before continuing, “they said th

I kept reading until I came across the name Harvey Bloodclaw. The name resonated in my mind like a dissonant note in a symphony of secrets and mysteries that surrounded the wolf packs. “So, he was the son of the former Alpha Walker,” I murmured to myself, running my hand over my tired eyes. “He didn't seem like a good father to me.”As I delved into the depths of the wolf packs' history, I could see how small conflicts had arisen among them, fueled by ego and the desire for power. The Blood Moon pack, in particular, believed that the main pack held an advantageous power granted by the Moon Goddess, using it as justification to take advantage of the other packs.It didn't take long for the Crescent Moon pack to start having the same doubts, convinced that power was not being equally shared. Small conflicts erupted, starting with subtle attacks and refusals to cooperate and finally escalating to direct confrontations.“Wolves are not so different from humans,” I murmured, reflecting on

I reached the sanctuary of the room, throwing myself onto the bed, and eventually drifted off, plunging into a tumult of strange dreams. In one of them, I found myself in a mysterious village, where a mysterious woman was guiding me in the intonation of a rejuvenation spell:“The posture during the incantation is crucial,” she insisted, keeping her gaze sharp while gently tapping the young girl's belly. “Keep your elbow raised, open your arms wider, and feel the control of the air.”The young girl, whose eyes were a fascinating blend of equally intense blue and green, countered with determination: “I'm trying, really!”The woman was not satisfied, and her voice took on a stern tone. “You're not trying hard enough, Philippa!”Philippa? Mom? She looked so different—young and with eyes that were not the same as the ones I knew. A sense of bewilderment enveloped me.“Why do I have to train so much if I have a natural gift?” Philippa frowned and stamped her feet in protest.“Talent isn't e