Chapter 26 We Need To Strike First

• ~Wolfetheon Pack~~
• Every elder present in the palace sat quietly.. Straight faced, upright poise, clenched jaws, blank glance.. One doesn't need to be told to know something was bugging their minds... In that uncomfortable silence, they anticipated the presence of the Ultimate. The Alpha Queen of the most powerful Pack in the riverside... The door to the palace creaked softly as it swung open, revealing the anticipated Alpha Queen.... An embodiment of beauty itself, class, allurement, elegance. In her majestic attire, she slowly approached her throne... Although beautiful and trying to shield her emotions with a wide smile, they still leaked through to the surface. Her worry.. sadness, unsatisfactiion. The elders bowed, waited for her to settle on her throne before settling back on their seats...
• 'The warriors are waiting for an order from you before they strike, Your Majesty.'. Voldemort, the oldest elder in the palace uttered. His lineage had had every male in their family serve the Queen of the Pack during different regimes. It's more of a culture now. As every first male in the family is indebted to serve the ruler of the Pack.