The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 180

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.

live for when the

slowed down as the thick scent of other wolves filled the air. The border of Balmore was close. The wind

blocking their path. Royal Warriors. The sigil on

still, grey eyes burning like fire.

fear. They knew who stood before them. They had seen those wolves in battles before, the Alphas of the Silver

air around them turned heavy, thick with power. Aeron’s alpha pressure rolled

"Who are you, and why

out deep and calm but with a tone that

the lead guard tried to hold his ground. "There has been

leaves underfoot, his expression dark as night. "Because I need to," he said. "And I


than volume. The Royal Warriors felt it, the weight of grief and fury

"Alpha, the rules are clear," he said slowly, almost pleading. "No alpha enters Balmore without the

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

knew the rule. But they

than words. The

the Royal Pack," he said

wolf form and bolted through the trees toward

every guard felt that if they made one wrong move, they’d be torn apart

ran straight to his

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

eyes darkened, but he didn’t argue. "Fine," he

all

the way toward the palace. The


of Silver Dawn entered Balmore, the land of the Lycans, carrying grief

***

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

of Silver Dawn had arrived

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