When Scott drove to the alliance headquarters, he was already prepared for any possibilities. Except this.

Fire blazed in part of the headquarters building and thick black smoke billowed, making the clear sky above look somber.

Fire engines sprayed water through hoses and people swept by, carrying the injured.

Scott intercepted one of the staff who was supporting his friend, who had a burn on his arm.

“Hey, what happened?”

“We are under attack.”

“What?” It was a shock news for him. As far as he knew, alliances and werewolves rarely had any major enemies that would make them have to endure attacks like this. Their only enemies were rogues,...