The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 The Grey Wolf With...

The grey wolf moved with vigilance, scanning the darkness of the forest behind it. A handful of rogues lingered close, circling him like shadows. After sweeping its gaze around and finding nothing, save for a small rabbit that bolted at their presence, the wolf turned and padded forward, the rogues trailing behind.

Zion followed patiently, unconcerned about walking into a trap. Even if it came to that, he was alone and confident in his ability to break free from an encirclement.

Once, he had been the frontline’s best scout, often sent on high-risk reconnaissance and infiltration missions.

Although many werewolves and even Alphas looked down on him before, his abilities spoke louder than their scorn. That was why, despite the disdain and dissatisfaction surrounding him, they also feared him and relied on him.

Time and again, he was sent on dangerous missions with his subordinates. Just like that one time when he infiltrated the Vampire Lord’s castle and rescued Claire.

Blending seamlessly into the night, suppressing his presence, and moving with silent precision were second nature to him. Unless he faced a high-ranking vampire capable of sensing even the flow of blood in his veins, Zion had little reason to fear being discovered.

Using the night as his cover, Zion set aside his mission to check all the marked sites. Right now, the priority was uncovering who these werewolves were working for, was it truly the dark witches or the vampires?

This information was vital, and he knew Addison would understand if he returned a little late. And sure enough, the group didn’t disappoint. The moment Zion saw who they were meeting, a low growl almost slipped past his maw. Inside him, Shura stirred, bristling with fury at the sight of that person.

As Zion forced his emotions under control, his gaze locked on the grey werewolf and the rogues trailing behind him. The grey wolf shifted into his human form, which shows his tan skin glistening under the moonlight, muscles rippling with the kind of strength forged in battle, not training.

Every scar, every defined line on his body spoke of countless fights, of bloodshed and victories carved through force and fear. Zion could recognize it instantly. After years on the battlefield, fighting alongside werewolves from countless packs against the vampires, he had seen warriors shaped this way.

His own body bore the same proof. That was how he knew; this was no ordinary opponent.

After all, muscles built by simply lifting heavy weights might look impressive, but they were superficial; they looked stiff, bulky, and lacking real flexibility.

True strength was forged in combat, where every strike, every clash honed the body into smooth, defined lines, less bulging, but layered with ridges of hardened muscles. The grey wolf bore all those marks.

Seeing this, Zion’s vigilance sharpened. He could already tell this one was far stronger than the scarred brown wolf who had infiltrated his territory weeks ago.

"You’ve arrived. Tell me—did you find what I asked for? And what about the princess? Have you still not caught her, when she can’t even shift?!" The man standing before the grey wolf demanded, impatience dripping from his tone. His eyes gleamed with scorn, the condescension in his gaze unmistakable.

"We followed your plan, Sir Greg," the grey wolf replied cautiously, "but unfortunately, the Alphas escorting them were both powerful and capable. They managed to leave the Forbidden Forest unscathed. Even after we searched the rubble, we found no traces of the black fairies or the light fairy. We can only assume that either they were killed... or taken away—"

Crack!

’Ha! Truly crafty of him,’ Zion sneered inwardly, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare fixed on Greg.

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