Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 132

Blake's POV

Five years have elapsed, marking a significant period of transformation within the werewolf realm. During this relatively brief timeframe, two pivotal events unfolded, forever altering the fabric of the werewolf world.

First and foremost, a formidable alliance materialized, spearheaded by the Blood Hound Pack, which compelled other packs to join its ranks and extend support.

Failure to comply with this coercive demand meant certain annihilation, as witnessed with the tragic fate of the Red Moon Pack. Fear gripped the hearts of all, leaving them with no choice but to acquiesce and join the formidable alliance.

The second event that reverberated across the werewolf domain was the sudden disappearance of two prominent packs, the Red Moon Pack and the Silver Pack.

The entire werewolf community was aware that the Alliance had obliterated the Red Moon Pack, leaving no trace of its existence.

However, the enigma surrounding the Silver Pack's vanishing perplexed all. Speculations ran amok, with some conjecturing that they, too, fell victim to the Alliance's wrath, while others suggested they were forced into hiding after enduring relentless attacks.

Rumors even circulated that their Alpha, the esteemed Lycan King Blake, had succumbed to a fatal assault, thereby compelling the pack to seek sanctuary. Nevertheless, the truth remained shrouded in mystery, known only to a select few. What remained certain, however, was that the Blood Hound Pack, under the reign of its Alpha, Kain, had ascended to a position of power, effectively governing the entire werewolf realm.

As time inexorably marched on, the tumultuous skies gradually settled, symbolizing a period of relative tranquility. The world underwent profound changes, and I, too, found myself transformed by the shifting tides of fate.

Gazing through the window, I surveyed the once meticulously manicured garden, now overgrown and transformed into a dense forest.

The Silver Pack, that for a time exposed themselves to outsiders, had seemingly vanished without a trace. In its place, a labyrinthine thicket of towering trees and dense vegetation concealed the pack's inner sanctum, effectively thwarting prying eyes. Stepping foot within this forbidden forest invited peril, as an intricate network of traps lay in wait, poised to claim the lives of unwelcome intruders.

Over the course of the past five years, during the Silver Pack's self-imposed exile, I had diligently fortified our territory, transforming it into an impregnable fortress. Every nook and cranny now bristled with meticulously placed traps and impromptu defenses, designed to repel any unwelcome incursion.

Furthermore, each member of the pack had undergone rigorous training, molding them into formidable warriors capable of attacking their enemies with lethal precision.

In the span of a mere five years, the Silver Pack, once teetering on the brink of collapse, had risen from the ashes, reclaiming its former might and resilience.

"Indeed, everything has changed... Even the garden that once held your affection has vanished," I whispered softly, my voice betraying a tremor beneath my ostensibly composed exterior. Closing my eyes briefly, I reopened them, a mask of unyielding detachment replacing any trace of emotion.

"Yet, the one who has undergone the most profound change… is none other than myself," I declared, my tone icy and devoid of warmth. Throughout these passing years, I had honed myself relentlessly. My physical form had grown stronger, my primal instincts sharper, surpassing the zenith of my previous capabilities. However, the most crucial transformation took place within my very core.

Gradually, I erected impenetrable walls around my heart, rendering it impervious to the influence of others. I had truly and completely changed into the feared Lycan King, the undisputed Alpha of the indomitable Silver Pack.

"Why... can't I still find you?" I squeezed my hands tightly. It has been five long years, but my efforts yielded no results. There wasn't even a single clue about Chloe's whereabouts.

"Is it possible that you started a whole new life somewhere else? And in that new life... I don't have a place anymore?" I whispered, wearing a cold smirk on my face.