“What the f**k is going on in this pack?” someone wailed, clutching a child to their chest, eyes darting around as if expecting death to crawl out of the shadows. “Oh… Moon Goddess, help us—help us against this f*****g calamity…”
The streets were a mess of screams and muffled sobs, fear thick in the air, the scent of sweat and panic sticking to the humid breeze.
The crowd surged, faces pale, eyes wide, voices rising in frantic prayers that fell on deaf skies.
The Khronwolf cult was here.
They spilled out of the Alpha’s mansion like a black plague, each one cloaked in that red-and-black uniform that made grown warriors flinch.
The mere sight of them made people drop to their knees, trembling, whispering, “Khronwolf… the Khronwolf are here…”
Their reputation wasn’t just fear; it was te
