Chapter 61 THE PLOTTED EVIL

• There, as the Devonshire had been filled with worries, the chaos inside their heart that they couldn’t appease, to where the hunters was, a new evil plan was being plotted. To where the forest stood high, and the dangers lurk, a promise to be killed onslaught to their cruel manner. This is where their home was or what was left on the ruins. Burnt trees, and destroyed abode, cave engraved with the mark of war—it became the only place where they could have a roof on their head. But it doesn’t give much. Even on their wolf form, cold would set in, the chilly night seethed across as it continuously torment them, but as years and decades began to fade, vanish as quick as it does on their eyes, the hunters, most of them get use to at what kind of life was it on the wild than the same life they thrive when they are still being part of the kingdom.
• Unlike the monarch, they do not have a King, but a man who stood high, being obeyed by many as a pack leader although not bonded. It was Leon, who had been once a royal blood, but some circumstances had put forth him, forsaken, where his throne has been taken by somebody else.
• “So, what are you planning ahead?” It was Galgadot who asked, while making himself comfortable at what that tiny piece of wool could offered him with. On his hand, a freshly bread serve as a ration had a large chunk on its side, while holding a hot burning mug that doesn’t affect him much.