Chapter 102 The Peace Treaty

• Third-person POV
• _FLASHBACK_
• “I won’t take pity on you weaklings,” Damian Ironclaw, the Alpha of the midnight Mirage pack, voice sliced through the silence, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of desperation as he led his warriors with a determined stride. His fur, a sleek coat of silver, rippled with power and determination as he approached the border of the Midnight Mirage pack with his wolf warriors, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation for the battle ahead.