The High Priestess stood at the foot of the hill that led to the Treasure Palace, the gust of wind blowing dust into her eyes. Steven stood by her side, clutching the leather bag she had given him, filled with bottles and potions, most of which he couldn’t even name.

“The Alpha won’t die... right?” Steven asked, his voice laced with fear, the question had been gnawing at him since they arrived. He didn't want to think of the chaos if the Alpha died. Surely, there would be a lot of ...