Chapter 35

Tents were raised and almost covering the whole of the valley.

If you were standing on the hill, you would think they were triangular shaped homes that had light in it. Or maybe a village with people living in harmony.

If someone told you that the men here were camped for war, you would think twice before believing such person.

The tents that had been raised was over two hundred. They all belonged to Werewolves from different packs who had gathered to fight against Helion.

It was very late at night, but yet, none of the men slept. Bon fires were out around the camp and people sat around the fire, roasting meat, eating and chatting over brandy, rum and bourbon.

Just as they heard the sound of two large sticks hit the metal cymbal that was hung on a rope that had been tied to two sticks, every one left whatever they were doing, picked each and every one of their weapons and headed to the entrance of the camp.

The Alpha Kings of the five packs that h