Chapter 137

• Jack's POV
• People don't care about you as much as you think they do. No, they don't. They would watch you die and smile as your head fall off your neck, and if your ghost decides to hunt them down, they would look for means and send you away. Well, they said that would only be done to a wicked man, but it's not exactly true. Anyone may face that fate.
• I rose to my feet as I scrambled down to my pack. I had lost nineteen wolves just so easily. I thought they could defend me, but it seemed like my reign was about to fall. If contacting a witch, a vampire, or any other supernatural entities would increase my energy and power and defence of my pack, I would gladly do so. But I wasn't just sure. The little witch whom I thought would be by my side, had joined the team that I loathed.