Chapter 67. Neuralgia Strike

Lira’s POV

The moment he introduced himself, my breath hitched. Zephyr? The third Delta? By the strict hierarchy of the packs, that made him the fifth-strongest warrior in the entire Dreadmaw Pack. If even the lowest-ranking grunt at the summit wielded such overwhelming power, then a Delta of his caliber had to be on an entirely different level. My heart thundered so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.

Brenor’s laughter cut through the tense air—a harsh, triumphant bark that set my nerves on edge. “You?” he mocked. “You belong to that barbaric pack? Don’t make me laugh!” He flung his head back, his jeer echoing across the ruined battlefield.

His lackeys joined in, voices dripping with contempt. “Dreadmaw wolves are way more horrifying than you puny soft-castes!” one sneered. “And just look at you—standing upright like some freakish man-beast. Stick to your human form, buddy. The normal wolf shape is bigger, stronger… less weird!” Every single word was