Chapter 177

Blake

"Alpha Kain is ready to meet you now," an old man with chilling, ice-cold eyes whispered, sending

shivers down my spine. I nodded curtly, my curiosity piqued, and followed him down a dimly lit

corridor, only to be halted abruptly by the same old man.

"Only you," he hissed with a harshness that cut through the air, casting a disdainful glance at my

comrades. His disrespect for an alpha like me was palpable, but I concealed my indifference,

feigning annoyance and offense. My knuckles whitened as I clenched my fists, reluctantly dismissing

my men before reluctantly trailing the old man into the heart of Alpha Kain's fortress.

Stepping through the imposing gates of the castle, a glint of anticipation sparked in my eyes. This

was the very first time I had been granted access to the enigmatic Blood Hound Pack.

Kain was notorious for his secrecy and mistrust; meetings were always held in foreign territories,

never within the confines of his own pack. However, some urgency had compelled him to summon

me here. A subtle chill crept into my gaze as I discreetly scanned the eerie layout of the place.

“Blood Hound Pack, what an unsettling place,’ I mused silently.

At this juncture, Kain's dominion extended across nearly every werewolf pack in the world. He ruled

with an iron fist, positioning himself as the supreme sovereign of the werewolf realm, orchestrating

death and chaos.

He had even erected a castle, a regal fortress where he reigned. Unsurprisingly, the Blood Hound

Pack's exterior resembled an opulent castle with seemingly lax defenses.

Yet, with a keener eye, I discerned the perilous traps concealed within every nook and cranny,

capable of instant death for the unwary. The pervasive scent of blood in the air and the anxiety

etched onto the faces of the servants attested to the castle's macabre history, hinting at countless

werewolf lives lost to these treacherous mechanisms.

"Closely follow me,” the sinister old man interjected, his tone oozing malevolence.

"I won't take responsibility if you drop dead,” he added with wicked delight. I contorted my features

into a mask of barely suppressed rage, but obediently trailed him, allowing his cruel satisfaction to

thrive.

Finally, he ushered me into the throne room, and there, in the center of the grand hall, sat Alpha

Kain. He regarded me with icy detachment, an imposing figure on his colossal throne. I clenched my

fists even tighter, bowing my head deferentially.

"I greet Alpha Kain,” I intoned calmly, my voice steady despite the oppressive aura that encircled

me. Over the past few years, Kain had amassed unimaginable power, an oppressive force capable of

crushing anyone.

It had once overwhelmed me too, but ever since reuniting with Chloe, his presence seemed oddly

bearable. Thinking about Chloe, my chilling heart already started to calm down.

Nevertheless, on the outside I feigned weakness, appearing paler and more submissive. It was only

when Kain noticed my trembling shoulders that he withdrew his oppressive aura. Then, he let out a

wicked grin.

"Sabre, Sabre," Kain began, his voice cutting through the tense silence.

"Your report on the Red Moon Pack troubles me. Are you absolutely certain, or could your eyes have

deceived you?"

In the presence of Alpha Kain, doubt and suspicion hung in the air like a shroud. His first words

pierced the silence, and my eyes, once warm, turned frigid as a bitter memory resurfaced. I retorted,

my voice laced with determination, “I am not mistaken.”

"From their aura and their fighting style, they truly bear the mark of the Red Moon Pack’s remnants.

Their use of a unique poison only solidifies my conviction,”

I explained, my words measured and resolute. "I hold absolute certainty in what I've witnessed,” I

concluded, choosing to divulge nothing more. To over explain would surely invite Kain's scrutiny,

something I couldn't afford.

Kain's gaze bore into me, cold and calculating. He remarked icily, "The Red Moon Pack was

eradicated five years past. I, personally, visited their territory to ensure every last one met their end.”

'He personally visited?" I pondered, taken aback. “This contradicts the reports. Is he testing me?" My

demeanor remained indifferent, but I feigned a furrowed brow.

"I cannot explain it, Alpha Kain," I stated. "But my eyes have not deceived me," I asserted firmly.

For a fleeting moment, Kain's glare intensified, then he let out a mirthless laugh. "Well, upon

reflection, you may have a point. On that fateful night, Vanessa, her mother, and a few elders

managed to evade my grasp," he recollected as if recalling an afterthought.

"Among the escapees, only their head sentinel possessed any combat prowess. Lisa, the former

Luna, is as fragile as a child, and Vanessa, their Alpha, is no more than a sycophantic feline. She can

barely deal with a handful of sentinels, much less orchestrate a rebellion against me,” Kain raised an

inquisitive brow.

"So, how did these remnants amass the strength to challenge you, the formidable Frost Fang Pack?"

He questioned, skepticism etched across his face.

"I cannot fathom the reason, Alpha Kain," I replied calmly, offering a plausible explanation Chloe

and I had crafted earlier. Kain continued to scrutinize me before a sinister glint danced in his eyes,

paralyzing me with dread.

"Other refugees, you say? It's possible,” he mused. "Or... perhaps it's linked to Dean's other

daughter?"

His words sent a chill down my spine. "Rumor has it, he had a second daughter, a werewolf unable

to shift. But she was fortunate enough to become the Lycan King's mate.”

"I heard she fled from the Silver Pack before my assault on the Red Moon Pack. Who's to say she

hasn't maintained an alliance with the Silver Pack, orchestrating the resurrection of her fallen kin?"

Kain's words hung heavily in the air, a web of uncertainty and intrigue.

"Hmmm, let me think. Isn't her name... Chloe?" Kain's casual utterance sent shockwaves through me.

In that instant, a frigid grip clamped around my heart, filling me with a chilling dread.

The mere mention of Chloe's name by Kain threatened to unleash a tempest of murderous

emotions within me. A perilous notion crept insidiously into my mind, whispering, “This bastard...

Maybe I should go ahead and just try to kill him now after all?*