Chapter 259. Zach’s Turmoil

Zach stands amidst the chaos, eyes wide, trying to process the gravity of the situation. His orders hang in the air, seemingly ignored by everyone around him. Frustration tightens its grip on him.

"Call the others!" he yells, his voice cutting through the confusion like a whip. Phones are immediately snatched up, and the frantic flurry of calls begins. His comrades, the minors, the lords—everyone is alerted at once, though they barely comprehend what’s happening.

He frantically contacts the few lycans he can recall, his messages terse and urgent. Truth is, unlike the werewolves who are more organized in their packs and clans, the lycans are more of solo riders, like tigers. No pack, no pride, just the solitary life of warriors. But he needs to gather them. It is now or never. His leg bounces restlessly as he sits, the seconds dragging on, every tick of the clock testing at his patience. The silence around is almost suffocating.

Without warning, he suddenl