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.

for when the only light in their

the air. The border of Balmore was close.

ahead, blocking their path. Royal Warriors. The sigil on their chest was clear,

grey eyes burning like fire. The others...Luca, Kael, and Lucian flanked him,

Royal Warriors didn’t move, though their scent betrayed their fear. They knew who stood before them. They had seen those

cracking as he took his human form. His brothers followed. The air around them turned heavy, thick with power.

are you, and why do you enter the

voice came out deep and calm but with a tone that could kill. "Aeron Duskdraven, Alpha of

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

stepped closer. His boots crushed the fallen leaves underfoot, his expression dark as night. "Because I need to," he said. "And I will

Warriors felt it, the weight of grief and fury in

"Alpha, the rules are clear," he said slowly, almost pleading. "No

red beside him, and Kael’s wolf pushed under his skin, ready to

rule. But

frightening than words. The guards instinctively

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

into his wolf form and bolted through

unmoving, but every guard felt that if they made one wrong move, they’d

messenger returned, panting. He ran straight

Aeron," he said with a stiff nod. "You and your brothers are invited to the palace

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

all nodded once.

began leading the way toward

entered Balmore, the land of the Lycans, carrying grief like a sword

***

quiet, but the silence didn’t bring peace. The King of Lycans sat in his chamber, staring at the golden seal on his desk. The report from the border guards lay open in front of him. His

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