Juan gave a bow, presented a half smile at Evelyn, "I got sidetracked a bit." They all gave a hearty laugh, except for his father. "You are always sidetracked when it comes to ladies, but I should say, You used to have a better taste," sneered High-Council member Ernest, looking at Evelyn. Ryan raged, his wolf was ready to attack, Councilman or king, No one disrespects his mate, but was forced to hold back.

"Who might these two be?" questioned Baron, ruler of the German pack.

"Possible candidates, but am still contemplating," Juan replied with a shrug. His father, the King of Castallandi, raised an eyebrow skeptically at the mention of possible candidates but did not further discuss the matter.

"Speaking of candidates, I'm really disappointed at the one, I most expected to join us," said Jakko with a tolerant expression, looking up at Ryan.

It was Ryan's turn to be a skeptic. He did not flinch under their hard gazes trained on him. Instead, he stood straight, folding his arms across his chest, in an arrogant stance. His whole demure projected defiance and challenge.

"Finally shone your true self, Have we?" stated Baron

"Do you know what happens to those, who disappoint, or betray us?"Jakko asked mockingly. Ryan refused to respond, instead kept staring at them with a grim expression.

"Know what? I don't want to waste a fighter of your caliber. You still have a chance. Decide wisely Ryan Snyder, for it will benefit not just you, but will save your pack, which you value the most," he continued.

Evelyn stiffened. Sacrificing oneself for the welfare of the pack was one thing, but sacrificing the whole pack for the same, was not a possible option. Evelyn wondered how Ryan will react. Will he succumb to their threats, or will be ready to fight alongside her, irrespective of the consequences.

"A chance at what?" asked Ryan. "I do not yet fully understand, What is going on here? You are all distinguished members of the werewolf council, not to mention Kings of kingdoms. I am a mere Alpha, trying to defend the peace of my pack. What is it that your nobility wants of us? Why are so many kids captured? To whose benefit is everything happening around here?" He asked solemnly.

"It's all for the benefit and betterment of our kind," Spoke a deadly voice. Ryan searched the crowd, finding the one person, he did not know about.

"It's for the betterment of all of us from the oppression of useless idiots who are in power," he continued, His voice raising an octave, at each statement. "It's for the betterment for all these kids, whose sacrifice won't go to waste for they will see to our victory, knowing that their sacrifice will benefit the whole of werewolf community."

Ryan's eyes narrowed, still not grasping the whole situation, or the madness the guy was sprouting, "Betterment of what?"

"It's not 'what?' You should be asking, It's against 'Whom?' is the right question," a new voice spoke from behind him. Ryan and Evelyn swirled around to find Bryan, broken and beaten up beyond measure. He was battered but managed to on his own. On his left, holding his hand in a tight grip was an elderly woman whom he had seen earlier, and recognized as the Queen of Castallandi, When she came to pick him up at the pack house.

Her fine features were stretched with anxiety and worry. There was a bit of defiance in her gaze as if she had finally reached a decision, and not afraid to show it.

Ryan looked back at Evelyn to see her surprised. She wanted to rush forth to meet him; a warning look from Bryan stopped her. He continued forward towards the railing. "Isn't that right, or did I assume wrongly, Father?" He spat with such vehemence, his mother practically flinched beside him.

His father was silent for a few seconds; the only indication of his anger was a nerve ticking by the side of his jaw vehemently. Every one of his followers waited patiently for his orders. "What do you know about anything, that's going on around here? You deluded yourself into thinking you are on the path of righteousness, But you have no idea on what it actually means," his father accused.

"DO YOU?" Bryan shot back. "Killing innocents, kidnapping kids from their parents and family. Just so you can build an army of your own? What sort or righteousness does that entitle? You are out of your fucking mind if you think, I will support your actions in any way."

"SHUT YOUR TRAP, BOY" bellowed the King. "I do not have to explain myself to a twerp like you. Your insignificant mind does not comprehend the enormity of our decisions. Our community will die if it continues to have such weaklings as leaders. To know that the former king, had taken a weak Omega as his wife, is blasphemy to our entire origin. Mate or not, She did not deserve to be the Queen of all the Wolves. I was unable to overthrow him, because of my wretched brother, but I will make sure that his sorry excuse of a son, does not continue to embarrass us."

Ryan's head was reeling, by the time the King finished his speech. Was all this farce, just to overthrow the King of all werewolves? So much life lost, just to satisfy the arrogant needs of a few?

'Wait, Is that all, or...?' Ryan's eyes narrowed with realization. "Are you telling, All of this was done in the name of righteousness? Or should I say to make yourself the Alpha-King of all wolves?" he accused.

Everyone gasped, but instead of denying it, the King of Castallandi smiled wickedly. "You really have a brilliant mind, Alpha Ryan. Too bad, You won't see things the way we do." Saying which, he looked at his wife, "Is this your final decision?"

The Queen trembled under the accusing gaze of her husband, but she held on to her son's hand tightly and said with determination, "I stood by you when you killed your own family, Stood by you when you destroyed the dreams of your mother and all those who trusted you. I will not stand by anymore, as you destroy the lives of our sons."

The king's face flushed an angry red, by the end of her small speech, "I did all these for the US, for a stronger, powerful community. Your wretch...ed..."

"NO" she cut him off. "You can sugarcoat your words any way you want, but never deny, that all of this has been just to satisfy your ego," she yelled back.

"ENOUGH!" he snarled. "You can die along with your son." He simply turned his back and started to leave, followed by the four Council members. His men made a way through the crowd towards the small lift, which Ryan had exited earlier.

"Oh no, You don't!" exclaimed Bryan. He gave a high pitched whistle. Many of the wolves covered their sensitive ears, failing to notice, a large group of Wolves intruding from all the directions. They took care of all the wolves with the guns in an instant.

"Thank you, for your wonderful speech," exclaimed Alpha Storm sarcastically, standing in the middle of the captured wolves with a bored expression. "We had enough time to sneak in."

The King looked around with an arrogant expression, started to move forward without a care. The other Councilmen and Kings just sneered, One of them ordered, "You heard him. What are you waiting for?"

The wolf nicknamed, Breaker was standing silently in the shadows until then, Once the order was given - all hell broke loose. He signaled his men and started attacking. Ryan and his men were ready, everyone went at each of their enemies throats.

'Move the kids to a safe location,' Ryan mind-linked Luka, as he jumped into the chaos in the middle of the caravan. Luka's sole duty was to make sure, all the captured wolves were released and taken away safely. He and his team started to work on moving them towards the exit. Alpha Storm and the other Alpha's tried to keep the attacking wolves at bay, making sure they never neared Luka's group.

Ryan transformed into his wolf, making a beeline for the strong rouges, that were tough to be taken out. He attacked them with such ferocity, everyone in his path rushed out of his way, instead of taking him on. Bryan made sure his mother was safe with Luka, in his group and jumped into the fighting himself.

"What must we do, Sire?" asked Simmons to Alfredo.

Juan, Alfredo, and his bodyguard had silently moved towards the end of the tunnel, leading to the waterfall. They did not join the fight, instead, choose to watch from the sidelines. Alfredo did not answer, He was intently watching just one person in particular; perplexed by the behavior of she-wolf, who stood silently without making a move to join the fight.

"What do you think?" he asked Juan nodding in her direction.

Juan scrutinized looking at her intently, "If it is her She is going for the kill."

Alfredo thought so as well, "Let's see."

She stood on the railing of the balcony, watching intently. Her eyes never leaving the leader of the gathering, making his way so calmly out of the mess, he created. All sounds muted out, her concentration was intense. Only one person came into her focus, that was all that mattered.

She stretched, jumped down directly in their path. She caught his attention when she flew right in front of him, started walking towards him with a smile on her face. The King sneered at first, deciding her to be a mere She-Wolf, assayed to oppress her with his will. He stopped, frowning when it did not work. 'Who was she?' There was something about her, Something he did not want to remember. But what was it?

The others in his group stopped questioningly; He stood still. They frowned when she started walking towards them, with a smile on her face.

"What do you want? Get out of our way you clod," snickered Ernest.

Evelyn did not hear anything. She gazed longingly towards the face that she missed. Missed with all the yearning in her heart. The face; She wanted to see for as long as she can remember, since the massacre. The face; She tried so hard to touch, also to forget, at the same time but couldn't do so. By the time she stood squarely in front of him, her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her hands curled by her sides to stop herself from hugging him. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, letting all her emotions in open, gave a deep sigh, and finally opened her eyes.

The King was baffled. The girl before him was not afraid of him. Until she opened her eyes, He thought she was an idiot, too stupid to think. But when she did open her eyes, they brimmed with such hatred, that he was forced to step back slightly.

"What do you want?" he barked.

She smiled and said, "Nothing. Just wanted to hand over this, before you leave." She held out her hand with her palm closed over something. He was curious, reaching out to take it. His eyes grew big as saucers as he recognized the bracelet and looked at her. She smiled wickedly and announced, "My father wishes to say, HI!"

She drew her fist back, Punching him square in the face. The King vaguely registered the fist before the hit; he was in a state of denial. The strength of the punch snapped his head back. His torso flew across the caravan, slammed itself with such a force it broke the pillar, he smashed into. There was a stunned silence, everyone stopped fighting. Evelyn did not just stop with her punch, She attacked the council members without a shred of mercy. They watched with their mouths open, as she attacked them without pausing. They did not realize what was happening before each of them flew out of her path. She ravaged them mercilessly, kicking and stabbing their torso. Her hands had half transformed into her wolves, its nails slicing across the opponents, one by one. Sounds of multiple Bones breaking, the attacked kings and High-Council members, did not even have the chance to defend themselves. Ernest's hands were twisted and broken at an awkward angle. Jakko was punched so hard, he fell down unconscious.

She was relentless, not bothering to stop, or even look around her, till she stood in front of him again.

The King had recovered his initial shock, was ready for her by the time she reached him. He transformed into his white wolf, attacking her instantly. Evelyn ducked at the last moment and let him fly over her. He landed a foot from her, turning back, snarled. He let out a loud howl, a howl which terrified everyone around him, a howl signaling a wolf's intent on the kill.

More gasps were heard from around the caravan. All of them surprised to see a white wolf standing. A few of them struggling to catch a glimpse of the White wolf, known to be a lost species. Legend has that the pure white wolves were the toughest of them all, with the power of the moon goddess blessed upon them. If their strengths were tapped correctly, there was no one who could challenge them and win a fight.

Ryan was taken aback. He did not believe that there could be other white wolf's out there, other than his mate. He was on the other end of the caravan, too far away to reach his mate, to pull her out of harm's way. He had forgotten about her in the midst of his fight and only remembered when the King was sent flying into one of the pillars.

He made a move to reach her, but got held back, by a pair of strong arms. Ryan snarled, turning around to see Simmons holding him back.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked, "Let me go."

"You need to stay put and let her handle this," answered Juan stepping forward.

Ryan fumed, "I need to be by my mate's side. Let me go," he commanded.

"Trust Your Mate," said Alfredo

"I DO TRUST HER," Ryan shouted. "But no matter her strength, It's impossible for her to handle the king of Castallandi."

"I am afraid you don't know her," returned Juan calmly. "You forget what she is. She has been holding out far too long – It's time for her to finally shine." Ryan was perplexed with Juan's statement, his reply got cut off when his mate simply strode forward near the white wolf, challenging openly, "It's finally time - Let's begin."

She stunned everyone when she jumped, transforming into her white wolf in mid-air, standing proudly on all fours in front of him.

'Who the hell was she? All the other white wolves in existence had been wiped out.' He had made sure of that, he saw to the task himself. 'How did she escape his notice?' He couldn't contemplate anything further as she launched into the attack. She growled, leaping to catch his throat. Her jaws snapping near his face with such sharpness, he had a hard time trying to avoid her.

Everyone cleared the area to watch the fight of a lifetime. It was hard enough to catch a glimpse of a white wolf, but now they get to watch two white wolves' fighting in a full ferociousness – a fight to the death.

Evelyn's jaw caught one of his hind legs snapping it instantly. The King yelped in pain, but quickly caught hold her shoulder bone near her neck. He would have crushed it if she had not let go of his leg. Both of them stepped back a little, gauging their wounds, their white coats covered in each other's blood.

Ryan watched with pure fascination, as his mate took on the King of Castallandi. He did not know who she really was, nor did he care right now. Ryan realized they were an even match, but saw that the King was gradually slipping, He was losing a lot of blood from his broken leg. It was only a matter of time before Evelyn could finish him off. They were at the fight for almost ten minutes now, When he saw her break off from her trance and searched the crowd. She found him, their eyes met, and there was a wealth of pure warmth in her gaze before she snapped her attention back to her fight. He realized she was trying to say something to him.

Ryan looked around and found almost all the wolves present had stopped their fight; This was the best opportunity for them. He jarred his beta, the other wolves of his pack with a sharp command, asking them to escape.

He teamed up with the other alphas, deciding to go with their original plan to destroy the labs and the mansion. He was about to leave for the labs when he felt deep anguish in his gut, followed by the howl of pain, from one of the white wolves.

Ryan panicked, running back to find his mate, attacked by a grey wolf. It seemed to have caught her off guard, attacking her from behind. Evelyn's stomach was bleeding profusely, but she was holding on somehow. The King saw this as an opportunity and prepared to attack. Ryan snarled, jumping into the fiery. He transformed into his black wolf and bulldozed straight at the king, sending both of them smashing into few crates stowed at the back.

Evelyn snarled at the new wolf, her eyes grew to slits recognizing the grey wolf. Saul - aka - The Breaker had used his sneaky tactics and attacked her from behind. He would have bitten a whole chunk off her stomach had she not shaken him out on time. "You may be a white wolf, but you do not have a chance with my master. Meet your doom you crazy bitch," sneered a voice from the crowd of onlookers.

Evelyn did not need to turn around to find out who the speaker was. She recognized him as one of the followers of the crazy psycho in front of her. Her peripheral vision showed, Ryan's black wolf fighting, with the King's white. Her heart swelled with pride, seeing the magnificence of her mate's wolf, also the fact that Ryan did not back down from the fight and fought the King equally.

Evelyn returned her concentration, to find that two other wolves had joined the fight and had her surrounded. The Gray wolf was snickering in a wolfish way thinking that it had her cornered.

'Let me at them,' commanded her wolf Sky. 'I need to teach them a lesson they will not live to remember.' Evelyn smiled, handed over the reins of her consciousness to her wolf.