LYDIA'S POV

　　As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. My father's fight had not been in vain. We would see justice done, and Oleg would pay for his crimes. With the evidence in hand and the support of those loyal to the cause, we would bring about the change my father had dreamed of. And in that moment, I knew that we would prevail.

　　However, as we ventured deeper into our plans, I realized that rushing into revenge might not be the wisest course of action. Oleg's influence was vast, and taking him down required a united front. We needed the support of the final pack, the East Night Pack. North and South Packs were already on our side, but to defeat Oleg for good, we would need all the help we could get.

　　"We need to seek assistance from the East Night Pack," I said, breaking the silence as we trudged through the forest.

　　Brandon glanced at me, surprised. "Are you sure? They've been isolated for years."

　　"I'm sure," I replied firmly. "If we want to defeat Oleg and restore the kingdom, we need all the support we can get."

　　Evan nodded. "She's right. The East Night Pack is powerful, and their support could tip the scales in our favour."

　　Brandon considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. We'll devise a plan to approach them. But we have to be careful. They won't trust easily."

　　"We need to show them the evidence," I said, determination in my voice. "We need to prove that Oleg is a threat to all of us."

　　Over the next few days, we prepared for our journey to the East Night Pack. We copied the documents and secured the originals in a safe place. We gathered supplies and planned our route, knowing that the journey would be dangerous. Oleg's spies were everywhere, and we couldn't afford to be caught.

　　Finally, the day came to set out. As we stood at the edge of the forest, ready to embark on our mission, I felt a mixture of fear and determination. The road ahead would be challenging, but I knew we were doing the right thing.

　　We were set on our secret journey towards the East Night Pack, the early morning light casting long shadows as we ventured deeper into the forest. Evan and Brandon, in their wolf forms, moved with a silent grace, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. They had insisted on shifting, believing it would be quicker and safer, given the urgency of our mission. I rode on their backs, taking turns between the two. For a few hours, I would sit on Evan's back, his powerful muscles rippling beneath me as he ran, and then I would switch to Brandon, feeling the same reassuring strength.

　　I couldn't shift into my true form. Oleg had drained all my power, leaving my Lycan weak and weary. I let her rest, knowing I needed to conserve any strength I had left. The fear of facing Oleg without my powers gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. This journey was crucial, and I needed the support of all the packs to have any chance of defeating him.

　　I am not even sure.

　　After hours of relentless travel, we decided to make a short halt in a small town nestled at the edge of the forest. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the quaint cottages and cobbled streets. It seemed peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me.

　　Brandon and Evan shifted back to their human forms as we approached a secluded area on the outskirts of the town. "We'll rest here for about an hour," Brandon said, his voice firm but gentle. "We need to stay alert, though. This town might seem quiet, but we can't afford to let our guard down."

　　I nodded, grateful for the break but acutely aware of the danger that still loomed over us. As we settled down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The peaceful façade of the town felt like a fragile shell, hiding the harsh reality we were up against.

　　Suddenly, a rustling sound from the nearby trees caught our attention. Brandon and Evan immediately went on high alert, their senses honed for any sign of threat. I stood between them, my heart pounding.

　　Out of the shadows emerged a tall, imposing figure. His presence radiated power, and his eyes, a striking shade of silver, locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I recognized him instantly, we fought together during the assessment.

　　"Alpha Odin," Brandon said, his voice low and respectful. "We didn't expect to encounter you here."

　　Odin stepped forward, his gaze never wavering. "I could say the same about you," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. "What brings you to this town?"

　　"Wait… I know you. Alpha Odin? I thought you were an omega?" I exclaimed.

　　"An omega? Lydia, he is the Alpha of the East Night Pack," Brandon whispered beside me.

　　"No, we are friends. I know him. We fought together during the Heir Assessment. We became friends during that time. You are an Alpha?" I questioned him, excitement and shock mingling in my voice. I had no clue that he was an Alpha and not an Omega.

　　He smiled mysteriously and looked at me. "I am the Alpha of the East Night Pack, Lydia. I only pretended to be an Omega during the assessment so that no one would recognize me. Come, we should find a place to sit somewhere so that we can talk."

　　Still processing this revelation, I nodded. We found a secluded spot near a small, abandoned cabin on the outskirts of town. The cabin's worn-out appearance made it an ideal place to have a private conversation without drawing attention.

　　Once we settled, Odin leaned against a tree, his eyes meeting mine. "So, tell me, Lydia. What brings you to the East Night Pack territory?"