Chapter 119 Last Blood

• LAST BLOOD
• The moment Alan had feared came to pass. He had told his men from the very beginning that Eric’s oath meant nothing. He knew that once the ritual was over, Eric would tighten his grip on Ava rather than let her go. For Alan, it was not just suspicion but certainty, carved deep into his instincts as a Lycan. So when the Shadow Moon Pack began celebrating after the ritual, Alan stood ready, his warriors waiting in silence at the borders of Eric’s territory.
• The moonlight was sharp, brighter than usual, as if the heavens themselves were waiting for what would come. Eric had made his grand speech, his chest swollen with pride, claiming victory for himself and his pack. But when he looked at Ava lying weak at the altar, the greed in his eyes was unmistakable. He had sworn before the seer, before his people, and before the spirits that once the land was cleansed, Ava would be free. Yet his every glance at her betrayed his true thoughts. He had no intention of keeping that promise.