MATED TO THE WEREWOLF PRINCE

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

-AT THE BORDER OF BLUE MOON AND ADAMSON-

(THIRD POV)

A group of suspicious shifters hid in the shadows, lurking behind the thick scrubs, studying the strict security imposed by the pack warriors of the Blue Moon pack. The anxious bystanders lingered for a few minutes, expecting to make their way inside the heavily guarded area, but the chances were firmly stacked against them. The patrols showed no signs of slowing down, not even for a second. As a result, they scattered and retreated to the small cave camouflaged in the forest where their leader awaited.

"Report," Dallas demanded as soon as he heard instantaneous footfalls enter his faction's temporary shelter while nibbling on a piece of meat for lunch.

His underlings formed a line in front of the cobbled table and knelt on the arid floor.

"It's negative, boss. The Blue Moon pack warriors are strengthening their frontiers heavily."

Dallas hummed, his gaze locked on the grubs in front of him as he contemplated his next move. "We don't have to take the shitty prince out of Raffa Greyson's land," he mumbled as he slammed the half-eaten steak down. "A mouse can't stay in his hole indefinitely."

Puzzled, his troops lifted their heads, triggering a dreadful smirk from their leader's greasy mouth.

"Sooner or later, Yuri Hanna will take Prince Killah's ass out of the Blue Moon, and all we have to do now is make a bait and wait in silence," Dallas stated ominously before his unmistakable laugh boomed around the cave. His fingers rose to his neck and rubbed the small scar left by the royal prince. "How I want to rip off that mask of yours, Prince Killah." He whizzed on, still chuckling, and resumed his feast.

The tinge of zeal in Dallas's eyes was sufficient to make his troops grin, convinced that their superior's fresh scheme would achieve their objective and earn them the reward they sought.

-BLUE MOON PACK-

As the territory's main gate began to open, a loud creaking sound resonated throughout the area. The birds cooed away, as a strong wind blew through the air, carrying dust and dried leaves from the parched terrain.

Loud screeches of wheels on the ground were heard before three automobiles fled the well-steered pack. A pickup truck was at the front, a sports vehicle was in the middle, and a Jeep Wrangler was at the back. The caravan moved quickly and smoothly towards the route to Bloody Paws.

One of Dallas's men, who was waiting outside for the odds, sent out a piercing whistle resembling a crow's croak, which reached its boss, who was patiently waiting for the cue.

"Finally, the mouse left its den!" Dallas grumbled in a deep, raspy voice from the top of a hill, looking down the long road that led to Howling Point, where the three vehicles were heading. "The one who will bring me the prince alive will have an extra reward!"

When his troops heard his terms, they let out a ferocious roar before shredding their clothing and lunging into the air. The sound of bones shattering echoes through the air as they transform into wolves and chase the cars in which the prince may be riding.

"As you foretold," Aleca Kenta, who was driving his pick-up truck, said to his beta on his left, his gaze focusing on the front and side mirrors, where he could see a swarm of rogues rushing towards them. His face was tranquil, and his dulcet voice sounded relaxed as if dealing with such scumbags was second nature to him.

"The prince played a big part in the Western war," Lyme responded with a long sigh. "If those rogues are this persistent, his head could be in line for a large bounty. Ironically, his demise may also decide the fate of the Eastern continent."

"How did we get involved in their affairs in the first place? Why bring him east when they could have brought him north or south?" Ridge made a complaint via mind link. The beta of Blue Moon was the one behind the wheel of the Jeep Wrangler.

Lyme expressed his thoughts once again. "Perhaps it's because the legendary wolves are here." He immediately leaned back in his seat and tightened his grip on his seat belt when he felt a strong jolt on his side.

"f*****g rascals!" Aleca rasped as he skirted the rogues who were obstructing their path.

"And what I don't get is why we're running away from them when we could just kick their asses!" Ridge's displeasure was palpable. His fists clutched the steering wheel as if he intended to shatter it.

"It's because your Lunas still have a huge debt that they have to pay and we still have places needed to restore before we engage in another war!" Yuri Hanna broke her silence as he joined the mental conversation.

Aleca Kenta, Lyme Peterson, and Ridge Roberts grunted in harmony as they realized Bloody Paws' beta was correct and that becoming involved in another conflict would not be beneficial.

"Oh, you worry too much, you wusses!" A familiar menacing feminine voice immediately reverberated in everyone's head, and the road was dominated by the loud sound of a big bike passing the three vehicles on another way over the cliff.

Akira Rivas Kenta, who was wearing full gear, increased her speed, the wind smacking her helmet.

"Make sure you hit those fuckers in front, or I'll be the one to hit you, mutt!" the luna of White Fang warned the Blue Moon's archer, Alley, who was also wearing protective gear behind her, aiming his crossbow at the rogues in front of the convoy.

Alley smirked boldly and fired his first round. "I never missed my target even once, Luna." As soon as he said those words, his weapon struck the fastest rogue tailing the pickup truck.

Its piercing screech filled the entire vicinity before it crashed to the ground and rolled like a bowling ball, striking its peers and forcing them to fall and break their legs as a result of the rapid impact.

Impressed by Alley's talent, Akira snickered, "Not bad, mutt."