Chapter 189

LIAM’S POV It’s been a hundred years since the armistice. One hundred years of silence between us and the devils. Honestly, most wolves in the pack didn’t even remember what devils looked like. To the newer generation, they were just stories buried in dusty scrolls. Some people assumed they were creatures of the old wars or tales told by the elders to scare children into behaving. But I knew better. I had read the old records. I had seen the drawings, felt the aura of that dark magic during battle. And now, after so many years of quiet… they were back. Or at least one of them was. Only high-level devils could use teleportation magic. That kind of dark energy wasn’t something just anyone could harness. And even then, it required something personal—hair, blood, something intimate. That meant whoever helped Ned escape hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere. They had been planning it. Watching us. Watching me. But why? Why me? I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the long table in the war r