Chapter 70

The Soul That Shouldn't Be Taken

Alpha Berra's POV

I moved like a shadow through the dead woods of Greko Forest.

This place was a graveyard for dreams — where even the strongest wolves feared to step. The wind whispered ancient curses through the broken trees, and the ground smelled of death and forgotten battles.

But I wasn’t scared.

I thrived in fear.

I was born for this.

I knelt under a twisted oak tree, its branches gnarled like the claws of a dying beast. Carefully, I ...