Chapter 114. Proud

At Cain’s secret hideout deep in the wilderness near the borders of the Werewolf Kingdom, troubling news had already reached him — word about Althea and the strange magical power she had revealed.

“How could she keep that from us?” Rett burst out, his voice sharp with frustration. “All this time, she made us look like fools, acting like she’s some wolfless, powerless hybrid!”

Cain didn’t respond. His eyes stayed fixed on the map spread out on the table, marked with red ink and pins.

“Father, how can you be this calm?” Rett pressed, pacing restlessly.

“Althea lost her memories when she was ten,” Cain finally said in a low voice. “Maybe she’s recovered them.”

Rett frowned. “And what does that have to do with her suddenly having magical abilities?”

Cain leaned back in his chair, his expression distant. “If I remember correctly, Thea used to take Althea into the wilderness often. They gathered wild plants, medicinal herbs… even dangerous ones. They