Chapter 67 : Pretend

The chaos subsided when we returned to the town. Athereld had kept his word—the other packs helped the white wolves to calm the humans and keep them inside their homes until Elric could be detected. I heaved a sigh, staring at the back seat of the car. Aphrodite and the rescued wolves were almost stacked up, sleeping peacefully. Deep weariness settled in my bones. Regret over losing Cristie had not left. When we entered the hall, Eleanor had Cristie's lifeless body in his lap. The man shoved the knife into his jugular before we could approach him, giving up his life along with Cristie. "The alliance will break if we inform Cristie's pack about her death. We couldn't save her in the end," I said, throwing my head back. A pink flush stained the sky as Caspian drove through the market square. The air was heavy with the smell of fresh blood. "The humans are now aware of our existence," Caspian said, noticing the military trucks. "Even if they haven't yet processed the presence of