When Hazel arrived downstairs, Berhtulf was already waiting for her, likely having received Cyril’s orders in advance.
“Miss Moen, please follow me,” Berhtulf spoke respectfully.
Hazel nodded and followed in step with Berhtulf, who led her to the training grounds.
Carlotta and Vi were sitting in chairs, waiting for Hazel to arrive.
“Go on in, Miss Moen,” Berhtulf opened the doors to the training grounds, showing Hazel the way.
Hazel entered, surprised by the size of the training grounds within the estate.
“Carlotta, Vi,” Hazel called out their names, walking over to them.
“Hazel,” Carlotta rose from her seat.
“We can start training,” Hazel said with a smile, already familiar with the routine.
Daily training had made Hazel grow ustomed to it, and after improving her skills, she found herself enjoying it once more.
“It seems like those events haven’t affected you,” Vi said with a smile at the corner of her lips.
Hazel shrugged, unsure of how things would unfold, but she knew what she should be doing right now.
“Let’s begin then,” Carlotta and Vi had already assumed theirbat stances.
Hazel stretched her muscles and dove into the training.
As the sweat trickled down her face, the training finally concluded. Hazel felt refreshed all over, despite her body being a bit sore.
Carlotta and Vi left the estate, while Hazel returned to her room, her clothes drenched in sticky sweat. She needed to take a quick shower.
In the bathroom, Hazel removed her clothes andy down in the tub. Suddenly, her mind shed back to the events with Cyril in the bathroomst night, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.Property ? N?velDrama.Org.
Hazel quickly finished her shower, put on her nightgown, and theny down on her bed. Weariness washed over her, and Hazel soon drifted off to sleep.
“No…” Hazel shouted as she sat up in bed.
Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and she realized she’d had a nightmarest night.
Hazel was breathing heavily, reflecting on the dream fromst night.
Vampires hadunched a war against the werewolves, and the Pack was under attack. Cyril was leading the charge, and Hazel followed closely behind. She saw Cyril shift into his wolf form, which was pure ck with silky, shiny fur. Cyril attacked on the battlefield, powerful and unstoppable,manding Pack members to charge forward. Hazel joined the fight as well.
But there was a vampire with a devastating power, and he targeted Cyril. Cyril’s wolf fell to the ground, howling in pain. Hazel tried to run to Cyril, but Hawthorne blocked her way.
Hazel watched as Cyril was killed by the vampire, his blood spattering on the ground. She felt her heart shatter.
Perhaps the dream was too real, and it had a profound impact on Hazel, leaving her unable to shake it off.
“Hazel, it was just a dream,” Rita said, also somewhat startled, but she didn’t believe it woulde to pass in reality. Her Alpha was too invincible to die so easily.
“I know, but it felt so real,” Hazel said, touching her chest. Her heart was pounding, reminding her of the absurdity of it all.
“You should trust your Alpha,” Rita continued, disying strong faith in her Alpha.
“You’re right,” Hazel said. Despite her asional shes with Cyril, she never doubted the extent of his strength. She had sparred with Cyril before, so she was well aware of why he had be the Alpha of thergest Pack in the world. He possessed the power to make everyone submit.
Hazel wiped the sweat from her forehead and got out of bed. She wasn’t sure if any other Pack Alphas would visit Cyril today. She went into the bathroom, quickly freshened up, and headed downstairs.
“Hazel,” Carlotta called out, getting up from the couch.
Hazel was surprised to see Carlotta and Vi and wondered why they were here.
“Is something going on?” Hazel asked, unsure of what had happened.
“Alpha asked us toe get you to the Pack House. Someone has arrived,” Vi answered.
Hazel nodded. Her guess was likely correct; some other Pack Alpha hade to the town to visit Cyril. But what use would she be in this situation? She wasn’t Cyril’s mate, nor did she hold any rank. Her presence might be awkward.
Cyril wouldn’t want Hazel to defy his orders at a time like this, so she followed Carlotta and Vi to the Pack House.
Hazel walked with Carlotta and Vi, traversed the grand hall, climbed the stairs, and reached the meeting room with itsrge French windows.
No werewolf could resist the allure of sunlight.
Carlotta knocked on the door, and Cyril’s voice could be heard from inside. Carlotta opened the door.
The moment Hazel stepped into the meeting room, she saw Cyril and Theo, along with two other men.
These must be the Alphas from other Packs.
Cyril gave Hazel a quick nce, while Theo smiled at her. Hazel’s gaze shifted to the two men.
The man on the left had short ck hair and golden eyes. His face bore a faint smile, and he appeared ufortable with the presence of strangers.
The man on the right had short brown hair, and his blue eyes resembled calm, serene waters. His physique seemed bulkier, like that of someone who enjoyed rigorous training, probably a fitness enthusiast.
“Alpha Osiston,” Cyril stood up and walked towards Hazel, pointing at the man on the left as he introduced him.
Hazel noticed that Alpha Osiston’s smile deepened, appearing more genuine, and his eyes lingered on her.
“Alpha Voss,” Cyril introduced the man on the right, who put on a standard smile but had a provocative look in his eyes. His blue eyes were constantly shifting as he observed Hazel, raising an inquisitive eyebrow, and curiosity shed through his eyes.
“Perhaps you should introduce this lovely youngdy,” Alpha Voss suddenly spoke, appearing highly interested in Hazel.
“Hazel,” Hazel said her name.
“What a beautiful name,” Alpha Voss gazed at her with unbridled boldness.
“She belongs to me,” Cyril stood by Hazel’s side, asserting his dominance. He detested the intense aggression in Voss’s gaze, as if he were eyeing a piece of prey ready to be captured. Even though they were allies, Cyril couldn’t tolerate such overwhelming possessiveness.
“Is she yours?” Alpha Vossughed heartily. “She’s not your mate.”
Alpha Voss couldn’t believe that Alpha Cyril possessed such a strong possessiveness over an ordinary female wolf with no rank. He found it amusing.
Everyone knew that Cyril hadn’t found his mate yet, and this had been a source of ongoing distress for him. He led thergest Pack, but he didn’t have a Luna to help him manage it, leaving him looking lonely and his life feeling deste.
Alpha Voss continued to assess Hazel, who was indeed an attractive she-wolf with a unique charm and a striking appearance.
“If you don’t want to meet your end in The Iron Star Pack, I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” Alpha Osiston grabbed Alpha Voss’s arm.
It was apparent to everyone that there was a certain ambiguity between Alpha Cyril and Hazel. Their rtionship was evidently not that simple. Alpha Voss was challenging Alpha Cyril’s authority.
Cyril’s lips were tightly pursed, and he appeared on the verge of losing his temper.
Alpha Osiston never engaged in such foolish behavior, and only Alpha Voss seemed to be seeking a confrontation with Cyril.
Hazel frowned as she observed their exchange. She didn’t like feeling offended.
“Ositon, you’re a coward,” Alpha Voss didn’t pay attention to Alpha Osiston’s words and his eyes were filled with provocation. “Little she-wolf, what do you think of me?”
Hazel let out a contemptuous chuckle; she disliked those who were presumptuous.
Cyril was quite satisfied with her response. He had known that Voss would undoubtedly find some way to stir up trouble. But Hazel had always been rebellious and wouldn’t have a favorable impression of anyone challenging her.
“Perhaps you should punch him in the face,” Rita rolled her eyes. She didn’t like this man.
“If I could,” Hazel said, “I definitely would.”
But Hazel was well aware that now was not the time to make enemies. They needed more allies.