CHAPTER 34: A FRIEND'S LAST STAND

Drakon was at a loss as he couldn't find where the hell these bastards were hiding for his life. It infuriated him to see that several amateurs had outsmarted him. "I let down my guard, and these are the consequences," he muttered angrily. He was bewildered by how he had been so careless not to keep an eye on every pack as he had always done. He had never been outplayed by any pack before; he was always ten steps ahead. His spies were everywhere; many were sent in their youth with their families to grow up within the pack, gaining its trust. They were paid handsomely for their work, with death as the penalty if caught. But this pack, whoever they were, seemed to be off his map. "I've journeyed everywhere to find out who they are," Drakon growled to his men, "but all the other packs have come out clean. If I can't catch these people, other packs might also grow a backbone and attack us. I can handle one or two attacks, but multiple? Not so much." After searching tirelessly, Drakon an