When we arrived, the hideout felt cramped and hot. It was in the basement of a restaurant, deep inside, like a bunker.

Dozens of royal wolves hid there, mostly alphas. Of course, they were the primary targets—if captured or eliminated, their packs would automatically fall under Wanda's control, along with her rogue wolves.

When Michael and I entered, the Alphas looked uncomfortable, as if they had just seen us rise from the grave - both of us.

"Young Master Michael?" One of them stood and approached, then pulled Michael into a tight hug, sobbing. "It's good to see you! I have never believed that you were a traitor! I knew...