Chapter 153

Felix and his warriors were awaiting the enemies at the White Claw pack. Everyone was safely evacuated so that unnecessary casualties could be avoided. The pack awaited the enemies to strike at any time. They stood vigilant with their senses on high alert. It was much quieter since there were no kids playing around outside, elders telling the youngsters stories of the past and women chatting the night away with some gossip. It's usually lively, but it's eerie, and the tensions were high. The silence between them was thick and heavy, filled with every warrior's doubts and fears.

Felix couldn't sit still. It's been such a long time and nothing happened. No sign of Drakoen's dark mage army. Something was off, and he could feel it in his gut. His eyes scanned the horizon to see if there was any sign of enemies. He had patrol wolves on high alert, circling around the territory to check if there were any strange movements. Reports came back all clear. No mo