Chapter 69

THIRD PERSON’S POV Under the cold moonlight, General Victor of the Western Plains looked down at the Lycan Kingdom's wolves from the towering walls of Illyria. His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield below, where the remnants of the first assault was—bodies scattered across the ground, the scent of blood thick in the air. The city’s wolves had been caught off guard, scrambling to organize their defenses. Now, the walls were lined with archers who were ready for another attack. Yet, the invading forces had withdrawn after only an hour, leaving the defenders uncertain. They were all tense. Victor exhaled sharply. Alexander’s strategy was beginning to take shape, but it was unimpressive so far. The first wave had been a feint. He knew it was meant to test their defenses. And now, as the night stretched on, the second assault came harder. A loud horn sounded from the enemy’s side, and within moments, thirty thousand wolves charged forward. Their war cries tore through the night as they ran