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Putnam returned to the base camp with his remaining troops, only to see Azrael sitting in the central seat.

“My dear allies, how is your battle going?” He looked at the defeated soldiers, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes before being covered by sympathetic glances. He elegantly walked up to Putnam and flicked off some dust from his shoulder.

“King… why are you here?” Putnam was surprised by Azrael’s arrival.

“Of course, I came to support my ally.” Azrael smiled lightly at him. Osiston’s wolf pack couldn’t resist their excitement upon seeing the vampire. They howled and finally saw through Putnam’s true identity!

“Alpha Putnam, who is this vampire? Who allowed vampires to talk with us?”

“Our Alpha just died heroically in battle. But do you have any connection with vampires?”

The wolf pack boiled over with anger, even Putnam’s Pack was filled with fury. They were at odds with vampires and now their Alpha had conspired with them to kill their own kind!

“Awooo!” Except for Putnam’s confidants, the rest of the wolf pack reached its peak of anger.

“Quiet down.” Azrael calmly surveyed around; he didn’t seem afraid of angry werewolves.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The moon slowly reappeared from between clouds while stars filled up the night sky; a light breeze rustled through rugged forests making eerie sounds that seemed ominous and creepy.

“Listen,” said Azrael whose voice carried a seductive tone,”you are brave werewolf army soldiers; your Alpha has died but Putnam can replace him as your new Alpha anytime.”

“You just need to obey!” As soon as he finished speaking thousands of bats flew out from inside base camp chirping loudly echoing throughout space while blending into nightfall.

All werewolves became quiet then sluggish breathing gradually became calm as cold liquid flowed through their brains making all werewolves tremble violently – The crescent moon under dark clouds disappeared completely so they could not see it anymore; Werewolf’s impulse vanished instantly within them. They crawled on all fours before Azrael like hundreds of dogs begging for mercy from their master while stinking bloodstains splattered on them due to vampire’s blood that they were drenched in earlier.

Azrael had completely hypnotized all wolves turning them into mindless zombies without consciousness or willpower left within themselves anymore.

“Move, head towards Clear Springs,” Azrael commanded. The bats that had just disappeared reassembled into hundreds of vampire warriors who followed the wolf pack and quickly ran towards Clear Springs in the darkness of night.

Outside Pack House, the remaining soldiers of Iron Star Pack returned here to heal their wounds. Eric saw Cyril’s anger and ran over to inquire about the situation.

“For now, we can consider it a victory. The witch intervened at a critical moment and saved our army from further casualties. But… the enemy already knows that we have formed an alliance with McGo Family, and the real war is about to begin.”

The moon was completely covered by dark clouds, plunging the entire land into darkness – an unusual kind of darkness that seemed to provide shortcuts for enemies’ advances.

Azrael’s army moved through the forest; vampires’ jumping ability and sense of smell were extremely powerful. In less than an hour, they arrived at Clear Springs. Putnam was eager to know what secrets lay within Clear Springs so he followed closely behind Azrael’s back. The army stopped moving as Azrael’s assistants Claud and Hawthorne walked towards the center of Clear Springs where they submerged themselves in water just like Cyril did last time.

Hawthorne opened his eyes wide underwater when he saw a pipeline near shore where water flowed out slightly lighter in color than regular spring water – silver like moonlight itself. Hawthorne swam up to edge pipe with one hand raised before cutting his finger open allowing blood droplets fall into pipe mixing with spring water inside causing it suddenly change from silver color to blue before surging out onto surface revealing large patches blue ash floating on top making clear springs look dirty beyond recognition.

Azrael watched as jets of water spurted upwards; satisfaction written all over his face due to change in springwater color.

“Drink!” The entire wolf pack and vampire army rushed forward eagerly drinking from springs which caused their bodies produce creaking sounds while bones grew thicker their eyes mixed expressions despair & anger then howls filled night sky reaching extreme heights sending shivers down spine while screams emanated from vampires who also became eerie after drinking springwater causing claws become sharp & fangs exposed producing high pitched screams which combined together created even louder noise echoing throughout whole forest

“Very good! Even during full moon period what does it matter? My army is incredibly strong.”

Hawthorne handed Azrael a cup of spring water, which was served in a silver goblet. Azrael drank it all at once, and his blood-red eyes became even brighter in the darkness. Alpha Trnald, who was hiding in the bushes, witnessed everything and trembled with fear. He knew that their battle plan had failed completely.

As an Alpha-level werewolf, they were fearless when facing any difficulty or challenge. However, this did not mean that they were truly without fear. When fear took hold of an Alpha-level werewolf, their pack could feel the same fear as well. The shadow covered Trnald’s entire pack as they huddled together in the bushes and gradually began to breathe heavily until each werewolf dared not make a sound.

“What should we do now?” Trnald’s Beta asked courageously while standing next to him for the first time feeling such strong fear beside his fearless Alpha leader; his heart was greatly impacted by it all. Who could be so powerful that even an Alpha who feared nothing would be afraid?

“Contact Cyril through mind link; it’s time for Pack House’s army to support us,” Trnald said slowly while clenching his fists tightly with uncertainty because he smelled mixed scents of both vampires and werewolves nearby – something strange indeed! Were there werewolves surrendering to vampires? Or had some wolves become captives?

Trnald hesitated about ambushing the vampire army since he didn’t want to put Pack House into danger entirely but clearly their enemy was too formidable; so much so that every hair on his wolf stood up.

“Our armor has witchcraft power which can mask our scent; everyone must not take off their armor under any circumstances,” Trnald said while choosing a conservative defensive strategy before trying again through mind link contact Cyril but still no response from him yet due to overwhelming fears taking over him.

Azrael led puppet soldiers towards Pack House with plans for night raiding The Iron Star Pack.

“Now is the best time for darkness to reign over this world,” Azrael encouraged his entire army as they stealthily moved forward.

Hazel felt uneasy inside Pack House upon hearing faint footsteps coming from afar getting louder and denser by each passing moment…

“What is that?” Hazel ran outside of the Pack House in the chilly wind, her long hair tangled and messy from the cold breeze, falling over her face. The pressure in the air began to build up gradually, causing Hazel’s eardrums to ache as they caved inward.

“Cyril! Where are you?” Hazel tried to contact Cyril, who sensed her panic. However, Cyril picked up a bandage and looked up at the pitch-black night sky gathering towards Pack House.

“Everyone prepare for battle-” he launched a mind link suddenly with anger filling his eyes as his golden pupils glowed with murderous intent.

“The damn vampires have arrived!”

A gust of wind blew through the forest intensifying its howling sound like wailing spirits or angry wolves. Underneath the canopy of trees, trunks along with branches swayed violently in the wind. In an instant, black shadows descended from above and appeared before Hazel and Cyril’s eyes.

“Hello my dear daughter, it’s been a while.” A cold voice pierced into Hazel’s ears.