"All right. I trust you all. You’ve been doing a great job so far. Just keep this up for about three more days, and I’ll leave this in your hands until then," Levi said with an amiable smile.
Thanks to his experience as a Beta and the time he had spent working on the farm with Addison, this kind of task wasn’t particularly difficult for him. It was simply exhausting.
After finishing with the Golden Hue Pack’s temporary storage, Levi moved on to the next pack’s supplies. A few warriors were already stationed there to guard the area, along with several teenagers from the same pack ready to assist him in moving items around. They still had other duties to attend to, but they were more than willing to help Levi with the smaller tasks around the temporary shelter.
Time passed quietly until morning, but the calm of dawn was shattered by frantic footsteps. Addison awoke to the murmur of voices outside the tent and the sound of people moving hurriedly, as if something urgent was happening.
She frowned and slowly opened her eyes, still groggy from a restless night. Sleep had eluded her; she had tossed and turned endlessly, haunted by that insistent, gnawing craving, the hunger that whispered relentlessly from the deepest corners of her mind, refusing to let her rest until it had been fully sated.
"What’s going on?" Addison murmured, propping herself up and wrapping an extra layer of the thin blanket around her shoulders. She was wearing only a delicate, thin nightgown, with just her underwear beneath it, so the blanket offered both warmth and cover for her body. The break of dawn brought a chill, especially near the river, where the air hung thick with fog.
Carefully, she stepped out of her tent and followed the crowd, moving toward the entrance as everyone began converging there.
There, Addison spotted the newly arrived warriors who had gone out to gather materials from the wild.
"How are things outside?" Zion asked, handing Maxwell a pair of pants to put on. Maxwell’s body gleamed, wet not only with sweat but also coated in thick, dark blood. The metallic scent hung heavily in the air, so strong that everyone instinctively wrinkled their noses, making it impossible for werewolves to ignore.
Most alarming of all, several of Maxwell’s men had been injured as well, carried in by the rest of his team, their wounds evidence of the danger they had faced outside.
"It’s not good," Maxwell said, trying to catch his breath. "We came out at night, and wild beasts, and monsters, are far more active then. Even though we were cautious moving through the forest, there were so few safe routes we could take. They’re even more restless at night. I strongly suggest we don’t go out after dark again."
His hair was wet with sweat, dripping as he ruffled it roughly. Coming from an Alpha as strong as him, Maxwell’s warning carried significant weight; if he himself advised against venturing out at night, it was a sign of real danger.
This also meant the situation was far more serious than they had initially thought. With so many wild animals and monsters migrating due to the biochemical mist, maneuvering through the forest without encountering them was becoming increasingly difficult. Displaced from their homes, these creatures were more sensitive, aggressive, and restless than usual.
Hunting packs were venturing out in search of food, and with the number of wild animals and monsters on the rise, competition had intensified. Fights over territory and resources were breaking out, and some of the hungriest creatures no longer hesitated to challenge stronger opponents, as long as they had the advantage of numbers.

Even so, it remained easy for people like Addison and her people to be caught in the crossfire, as Maxwell and his team had experienced just the night before.

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