1139 Ploy of the Silent Races

Crash!

Upon hearing the powerful howl from outside, Leif and the other royalties came to check.

Nobody aside from them could be on par with Sven.

Landing at the heart of their territory—they saw that the tents, and homes of all packs under their rule were decimated. Some were severely wounded or even died, but thankfully, Alphas were able to survive with their Lunas' aid.

Awakening in a new time, Sven didn't waste time and assert his dominance.

Sensing four powerful auras, his berserk, bloodshot eyes turned to the side in interest.

In the hierarchy of the Werewolves—asserting dominance could only be achieved by beating the strongest one around. Amongst the four figures, Sven's gaze locked onto Leif—who was, the strongest of the bunch from possessing dual King Marks.

He has the Storm and the Yule Moon King Marks, representing the Lunirich Gods no less.

Unlike normal Werewolves with King Marks, he was their champion.