The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: The Prince’s Fury

Vaelen stood with a tight jaw, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

He looked at his brothers...every single one of them, and all he wanted to do was punch them hard.

How could they?

How could they even think of taking his sister to a rogue attack?

He wanted to shout at them, shake them, and make them realize what they had done.

Even if Serena was good at combat, even if she could fight, that didn’t give them the reason to take her to a dangerous rogue attack.

A rogue attack was never a place to take her.

He stared at them, his chest rising and falling with pure rage.

No one spoke. All the werewolves standing there had their heads lowered, not daring to meet his eyes. The entire woods had gone silent. Even the wind seemed to stop moving.

They had thought it was just a small, simple patrol. So they’d taken her along for fun to let her "get some practice."

But when the rogues attacked, everything turned into chaos.

No one knew when or how she disappeared.

One moment she was there, fighting beside them. The next... she was gone.

And none of them even heard a sound.

Vaelen’s head felt heavy. His blood burned in his veins. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, wanting to tear it out. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

"Shift," he said. "All of you now, and find her. Check every inch of this area."

His eyes darkened as his wolf pushed forward.

growled, his voice breaking with anger, "I’ll peel

move until his power

expanding, fur spreading across his skin. In moments, a massive Lycan stood where the prince had been. He was twice the size of a normal alpha wolf,

wolves trembled under his glare before they all scattered, running to

far sharper than any ordinary wolf’s. He followed it, step by step, through the

Then he froze.

he saw

the middle of the clearing surrounded by dead rogues. At least a

she stood

skin splattered with red blood. He didn’t know if it was hers or theirs; it dripped down

was her eyes that made his

were empty

was staring at nothing, like she

down her cheek, to her

Velen’s breath caught.

moment,

her, his little sister, covered

know what had

how she

at her face, that blank, haunting expression, a chill ran through his

smile softly, who used to laugh

first time, Prince Vaelen, the proud, fearless Lycan, felt a shiver

careful, his breath shallow. He shifted back

"Serena," he whispered softly.

or respond, like she didn’t

tried again, louder

"Serena!"

This time, she turned.

a moment, she just stared at

corner of her eye, down her cheek, leaving a thin red line