The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: The Hunt Begins

The forest was silent except for the sound of pounding paws against the earth. Four massive wolves ran through the woods, their silver breath fogging the cold night air. Aeron, Luca, Kael, and Lucian. The four Alpha brothers.

Their fur bristled with rage, their eyes burning with the same unending pain. The moonlight glimmered off their coats as they moved like shadows...fast, wild, unstoppable. Every heartbeat, every breath, carried only one thought. Revenge.

Their mate was gone.

Their world had burned with her last breath.

Behind them, only a few loyal warriors followed, their scents barely noticeable under the storm of anger the brothers carried.

They had left their pack in their beta’s care, Cyrus, because someone had to guard what was left. The brothers didn’t care about the throne, the land, or even their lives anymore. Nothing mattered now.

Only vengeance.

Aeron’s wolf let out a deep growl, the kind that made even the trees tremble. His mind burned with her image and the grave, the helplessness that tore him apart. He could still feel her scent fading, like smoke slipping through his claws.

Luca’s growl joined his, rough and wild. His heart felt hollow, but his fury was alive, sharper than any blade. He wanted blood...the blood of every single man who had stood by while their mate was killed.

Kael’s eyes glowed like fire. His wolf form was trembling from the rage and grief tearing him apart. Every stride he took forward was a promise; he would make them pay. All of them.

Lucian ran beside them, silent. His wolf was darker and heavier. His pain didn’t show, but it was there...deep, festering. His mate’s scream still echoed in his ears, driving him mad. He didn’t speak, didn’t growl. His silence was worse than a roar. Now he was like a walking dead man.

The woods blurred past as they ran faster, their claws digging into the soil, their growls mixing with the wind. The moon above watched in silence, cold and distant.

They were heading to Wellmore, the capital of werewolves, the place where the Lycans ruled, where the Council of Werewolves sat in their golden halls pretending to be gods. That was their next target.

Every councilman who had a hand in their mate’s death would die. Slowly and painfully.

Their wolves howled, a sound filled with fury and heartbreak, shaking the night.

They didn’t know if they would survive this.

They didn’t care.

was left to live for when the only light in

The border of Balmore was close. The wind carried the smell of

their path. Royal Warriors. The sigil on

like fire. The others...Luca, Kael, and Lucian

knew who stood before them. They had seen

as he took his human form. His brothers followed. The air around them turned heavy, thick with power. Aeron’s alpha pressure rolled out like a storm, forcing the guards to

guard swallowed hard but still spoke. "Who are you, and why do

and calm but with a tone that could kill. "Aeron Duskdraven, Alpha of Silver Dawn

exchange nervous glances. But still, the lead guard tried to hold his ground. "There has been no invitation

crushed the fallen leaves underfoot, his expression dark as

more threat than volume. The Royal Warriors felt it, the

to move back but couldn’t. "Alpha, the rules are clear," he said slowly, almost pleading. "No alpha enters

Luca’s eyes glowed red beside him, and Kael’s wolf pushed under

rule. But they no

step forward, his silence more frightening than words. The guards instinctively tightened their formation, fear sharp in

guard hesitated, then signaled one of his men. "Inform the Royal Pack," he said quickly. "Tell them the

messenger shifted into his wolf form and bolted through the trees toward

on. The brothers stood still, unmoving, but every guard felt that if they made one wrong move, they’d be torn apart before they

messenger returned, panting. He ran

straightened, trying to hide his nerves. "Alpha Aeron," he said with a stiff nod. "You and your brothers

darkened, but he didn’t argue. "Fine," he said, his voice quiet but filled with

all nodded once. Silent understanding passed between

leading the

forest seemed to hold its breath as the Alphas of Silver Dawn entered Balmore, the

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chamber, staring at the golden seal on his

of Silver