Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

Inside Pack House, Cyril was discussing the location of the upcoming battle with Theo and others. Cyril informed everyone that the day of the battle coincided with a crescent moon phase, which meant that everyone’s strength would be relatively weaker. This was a suggestion made by witches to avoid causing significant harm, so everyone needed to prepare adequately.

“If the witch’s decision is correct, then we should choose a location near the spring,” Theo proposed.

Cyril understood Theo’s intention. After all, he had designated it as a forbidden area not only because werewolves were not familiar with water but also because this spring water was similar to that in Moon Goddess’ kettle and possessed power bestowed by the moon.

If one drank from this spring on a night without moonlight, they could increase their strength to some extent. This was an unknown secret for many people.

To familiarize themselves with the environment near the spring, Cyril led Theo, Parrish and Rankin here. They planned to become acquainted with nearby terrain so they could develop corresponding combat plans.

“Look at all these tall trees around here. For vampires who are light on their feet and good at moving in trees, we can set up some ambushes there.”

“Yes! Behind those bushes is suitable for close combat; we can also lure vampires there.”

“Right! When they welcome sunrise there will be their moment of death.”

Theo marked out behind-the-scenes tree stumps where he could use scent recognition techniques on combat night to guide wolves through familiarity with terrain. Cyril jumped onto nearby trees along with Parrish and Rankin; they loosened thicker branches from above until many were almost breaking off entirely while looking normal from afar when viewed by Parrish who nodded approvingly indicating successful camouflage completion for them both before joining them beside clear springs where Cyril looked around before pointing his index finger towards a stone on its bank which Theo picked up throwing it into water making splash sound as it sank down below surface level while Cyril dived underwater burying his head inside springs taking quite some time before resurfacing again leaving Theo unsure what his Alpha did or if something mystical existed within waterspring itself?

Cyril felt like he had arranged everything extremely well just as he hoped for it would turn out perfectly according to plan!

“Let’s go, we need to get back to Pack House before it gets dark,” Parrish handed Cyril a set of new clothes and he quickly changed. They moved swiftly, leaving the spring behind.

Inside Pack House, Sheila snuck into the living room where Cyril and Parrish had been discussing. She saw the map they had been using with the spring circled in red and a small X next door.

“Is this where they plan to have their final battle?” Sheila wondered as she carefully examined all of the maps. Then she quietly left Pack House like a ghost.

When Cyril returned to the living room at Pack House, his eyes scanned over all of the maps. He noticed that they had been tampered with but couldn’t help but smile.

“It looks like it’s time for a delicious dinner, Berhtulf.” Berhtulf stood outside of the living room and heard Cyril call him in an unusual tone. He quickly walked towards Cyril and responded,

“Yes, my lord.” But he couldn’t understand why Cyril suddenly became so excited. However, satisfying Alpha’s appetite was his important job so he immediately went to arrange dinner menu in kitchen which would naturally include plenty of meat.

Sheila quickly approached Tania who was lying in Putnam’s arms while he caressed her thigh intimately. Putnam was happy about Sheila’s arrival as it could mean important news regarding Cyril’s side.

“Alpha, I think you should know about this as soon as possible for our plan to proceed smoothly,” Sheila said seriously but her eyes showed disgust towards Putnam who only followed whoever held power even though he was an Alpha himself; she didn’t respect him at all despite having no choice but obeying him.

Now Putnam wore a smile on his face full of anticipation which made Sheila even more annoyed but she couldn’t show her displeasure too obviously; she restrained herself from showing any expression.

“Speak up Sheila! I’ve been waiting for your performance,” Tania lazily turned over and sat up then leaned forward resting her hands on her thighs eagerly looking at Sheila hoping for some new information.

“I saw where they plan on having their final battle – it will be at that spring!” Shiela exclaimed loudly.

“Clear Springs?” Putnam was puzzled. After all, werewolves were not good at water battles, and many of them couldn’t swim. Why would they choose a location that was unfavorable to the wolf pack?Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s a bit strange. Have you heard any other battle plans?” Tania interrupted Putnam’s question. “It’s best to tell the king about this news as soon as possible, dear.” Tania stood up and sat on Putnam’s lap, hugging his neck intimately.

Naturally, Putnam understood what Tania meant. He knew that the king might have a more complete battle plan. Putnam changed into his suit and combed himself neatly before leaving the room. He had to personally go to Bran Castle to ask Azrael how the whole plan should proceed, but their current situation wasn’t considered a complete failure either since Hazel had fully awakened and was now a well-known Hybrid with both vampire and wolf blood.

Putnam never thought that his first love would be a Hybrid with such strong power – it made him jealous of her abilities. When they were together in the past, Hazel almost listened obediently to everything he said; she admired him greatly back then when she was still young without her wolf powers yet developed – he used to mock her occasionally along with Jay for fun too which she found amusing herself at times too! It was unexpected for him that she turned out being King of Vampires’ daughter.

“It’s such a pity I couldn’t make you die immediately when we met again, Hazel,” murmured Putnam as he arrived outside Bran Castle gates.

He quickly walked towards Azrael’s palace and pushed open its doors before walking straight towards Azrael’s throne where he knelt down on one knee in front of it respectfully.

“My king, please forgive my impudence,” said Putman who looked like an eager puppy seeking reward while bowing submissively towards Azrael who half-squinted his eyes at him from atop his throne exuding an icy aura all around himself dressed elegantly in black velvet robes over white shirt paired with tails coat while wearing golden pocket watch hanging from inside pocket reflecting faint light despite its age showing signs of weariness over time.

“Putman?” Hawthorne walked into the side hall after smelling unfamiliar werewolf scent coming from somewhere nearby which led him here after patrolling around looking for its source; perhaps it could be this foolish dog named ‘Putman’.

“Why are you here? Don’t forget, the king ordered you to follow my arrangements. Are you trying to bypass me and go straight to the king for credit?” Hawthorne’s cold face showed a hint of displeasure, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his mouth twitching.

“Hawthorne, we have an equal partnership. Don’t talk to me like that.” Putnam’s thoughts were touched by Hawthorne’s words, and he felt restless inside. He could only use angry language to cover up his true thoughts.

“This kind of attitude? I’m just reminding you that we should be fully prepared for battle now. Otherwise… I don’t want to help clean up your corpses on the battlefield in two days.” Hawthorne said contemptuously, his heterochromatic eyes full of disdain.

“You… I don’t want to argue with you. I do have important news for the king today.” Putnam could hear Hawthorne blaming him for being irresponsible, and his face turned pale. So he restrained his anger and brought up the important topic again.

“What news? You’re not just planning on putting on a show in my palace for my entertainment?” Azrael sneered at them both, showing some dissatisfaction with Hawthorne who was usually quiet but now seemed chatty. Since Hawthorne failed in hypnotizing Hazel, he had become anxious about everything which Azrael noticed.

“Your Majesty, I came here today unexpectedly because I wanted to tell you where the decisive battle will take place in two days’ time. The Wolf Alliance has set it near The Iron Star Pack territory’s spring,” said Putnam calmly.

“Spring?” Azrael’s eyes flashed with surprise before breaking into laughter after a while.

“These wolves still want moon goddess’ power huh? They really overestimate themselves.”

“Moon goddess?”

“The water from that spring is not ordinary water,” Azrael narrowed his eyes and became serious again.