Chapter 224: The Weak Shall Kneel

"Hahahaha... I can't wait to see Mother ram her big cock in you," the wolf woman laughed, her eyes glazed and a trail of saliva dripping from her mouth. "Then, she will breed you like a bitch, stuffing your ass-pussy with her cum, and if you are lucky, she'll turn you into a female and have you carry her pups."

"You're insane!" one of the hunters shouted, his eyes twitching. The girl was talking crazy, and her words didn't make sense. "We should kill her and throw her body into the forest."

"Haha... go ahead," the girl taunted, her smile becoming wider, "if you can, that is."

"SILENCE!" The hunter roared, his clawed hand lashing at the young woman, attempting to slice her neck, but the wolf girl swiftly dodged the attack and used her remaining energy and power to deliver a swift kick at his balls.

"GAHH!" the hunter cried, dropping to the floor and grabbing his crotch, rolling around in pain. The wolf-woman didn't stop; she jumped on his chest. Her hands were tied, and she was weak, but that didn't stop her from using her sharp fangs to rip the hunter's throat.

"AHH!!" A loud scream of agony came out of the hunter's mouth. Blood was spraying everywhere, covering the ground and the woman in red.

"YOU BITCH!!" another hunter screamed, rushing towards the wolf-woman, and the chief's face was blank. His yellow eyes were cold, and his right hand was slowly reaching for the bone sword, but then he stopped.

"ENOUGH!" the chief roared, waving his hand, and a gust of wind pushed the girl and the other hunter away from each other.

"You, take him out. He needs a healer," the chief ordered the third hunter, who nodded and began dragging his friend out.

"Now," the old man turned to the wolf woman, "you are an interesting one."

His words were true. As an alpha, the chief had a special skill that allowed him to sense the strength of his opponent, and the strength of this woman was not weak. Moreover, she wasn't affected by his aura. Betas and omegas would usually submit to his aura, but this one didn't.

"So, tell me, what is your name?" the chief asked, smiling—a genuine smile.

"..." The girl didn't reply. Her eyes were full of rage and hatred, but her smile was still there.

"Okay, I'll call you 'girl' for now," the old wolf hummed, rubbing his beard. "Girl, why don't you join us? I can promise you a life without fear, and you'll have a lot of brothers and sisters."

"Hahaha," the wolf woman began laughing, her laughter was loud and hysterical.

"Why are you laughing?" the chief asked, his yellow eyes narrowed, studying her.

"Sorry, old man, I have plenty of brothers and sisters already, and I like living with them. Moreover," she paused, taking a deep breath, her face becoming serious, "I'll never join a weak pack."

"WEAK PACK!!" the chief growled, his aura flaring, making the woman gasp, but she stood her ground.

"That's right," the woman growled, baring her fangs.

"You little—" The chief's eyes twitched. He was getting pissed. How dare she call his tribe weak? But then his anger was washed away by a strong wave of energy that descended on the entire tribe, and that energy was filled with a murderous aura.

"W-what's this?" the chief's eyes widened, sweat forming on his forehead. Never in his long life had he felt something so sinister and dark.

"Hahahaha..." The wolf-woman suddenly began laughing, her laughter was full of madness and joy.

"Hehehe, it looks like mommy is here," the girl smiled. Her face was red, and her breathing was ragged. "Now, I want you to say sorry and beg her for forgiveness, otherwise..."

"SHUT UP!" the chief roared, his hands clenching tightly.

"Hahaha... fine, have it your way."

Ignoring her comment, the chief turned around and marched outside of the tent, wielding the bone greatsword and the head of the boar as a shield. He was angry and frustrated. Not only had the girl disrespected his status as the alpha, but she had even dared to call his tribe weak.

"Chief!" The moment he walked outside, his second-in-command, a middle-aged male wolf, came running to him, his face pale and full of fear.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked, sensing the change in the second.

"Something is coming."

"What do you mean?" The chief's brows were twitching.

"It's an evil presence," the second replied, his voice trembling. "It's getting closer. Everyone is feeling it."

"EVERYONE COME HERE, NOW!" the old man roared, raising his sword and shield. His aura flared, and everyone in the tribe began running towards him.

"WHAT IS IT?" a young wolfman asked, his face pale, and his knees were shaking.

"There is something out there," the second answered, his face full of fear and panic.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" an elderly female asked, her eyes wide and her hands shaking.

"I'm not sure," the second replied, his voice shaky. "But can't you feel it? The evil presence, the fear?"

"QUIET!!!" the alpha shouted, his aura flared, silencing the crowd. "We are warriors. We are not afraid of some evil presence!"

"But, chief—" the second-in-command tried to interject, but his words died in his mouth when a strong, cold, and evil presence suddenly appeared at the edge of the tribe.

All eyes turned west, where the presence was felt, and everyone began shaking. Some were trembling, others were frozen in place, their legs wouldn't move, and their hearts were beating rapidly. And then, slowly emerging from the tree line was a silver-haired woman. Naked and covered in blood, the woman walked with her head raised, her crimson eyes scanning the area.

"W-what is that?" the second-in-command asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I-I don't know," the chief alpha replied, his own voice shaky. "Stay here. I'll go and greet our guests."

As the chief was walking towards the woman, his legs felt heavy and his chest tight. His eyes were locked on her red ones, and he couldn't look away. When the woman stopped and he was finally in front of her, the chief's mouth felt dry, and his throat was parched.

"Who are you?" the alpha asked, his voice trembling.

"My name is Morgana," the woman replied. Her voice was cold and calm, and her crimson eyes were burning with fury.

"What is your business here?"

"You have something that belongs to me," the woman replied, her gaze turning to the tent.

"And what is it?" the chief asked, his grip on his sword and shield tightening, preparing for combat.

"My daughter," the woman replied, her gaze turning back to him. Her eyes were cold and filled with rage. "Bring her to me and the people responsible for her capture."

"We'll return your daughter to you, but—" The alpha's voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing.

"But what?" the woman asked. Her tone was calm, but the murderous aura around her intensified.

"We can't give you our people," the alpha replied. His face was hard, and his jaw clenched. Never in his life had he felt this weak. His instincts kept warning him not to mess with this woman, but his pride as the alpha couldn't allow him to do as she asked.

"Is that so?" The woman's tone was calm, but then she shook her head in disappointment. "Oh well, if that's the case..."

With a single swing of her hand, Morgana pushed the old alpha, making him fly through the air and hit the ground. He quickly rose back to his feet, preparing his weapon, but to his surprise, he saw ten young wolves kneeling in front of the naked woman.

"What!" He quickly realized that the silver-haired woman had pulled the ten warriors who captured her daughter from within the crowds with a single wave of her hand.

"Damn it!" he cursed, turning to his second-in-command, attempting to order him to go inside the tent and bring the wolf girl to use her as a hostage. But to the old alpha's shock, he saw the wolf girl casually walking towards her mother, ignoring the entire tribe of wolves.

"M-Mother, I'm sorry," the young woman apologized. Her eyes were filled with remorse, and her voice was shaking.

"Don't be, my child," Morgana replied. Her tone was gentle, and her crimson eyes were filled with love and concern.

"B-But, I-I lost Mother," the girl's voice was trembling, her body was shaking, and tears were falling down her cheeks. "I was captured and..."

"Shhh... it's fine. You're a strong woman," the silver-haired woman praised her daughter, wiping her tears before pulling her into a hug, stroking her hair, and whispering comforting words.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, my child."

After the heartwarming scene, Morgana's face hardened, and her aura turned from loving to murderous. But before doing anything to the ten wolves kneeling in front of her, she turned slightly, gazing behind her. In less than two seconds, another wolf woman jumped from the trees, landing beside Morgana.

"Impossible!" the old chief couldn't help but yell, recognizing the wolf woman.

"Hello, old man, did you miss me?"

"Y-You..." The old man's eyes were wide, and his jaw had dropped. The woman was the same one he had kicked out of the tribe a long time ago—one of his children. Rhea, who was born different from her kin.

"That's right, it's me, and as you can see, I'm still alive." Rhea grinned her sharp teeth and her yellow eyes shining. The old alpha was shaking, but Rhea ignored him and turned to Morgana.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I'll start with them," Morgana answered after some thinking, pointing at the ten warriors. They were the ones who had captured her daughter and even tried to kill her.

"And the rest?" Rhea asked again, dropping her head on Morgana's shoulder in a loving way. "You can do anything, by the way. After meeting you, I threw the past behind me."

"They're weak," Morgana replied. Her eyes were filled with disdain, and her lips were curled in a sneer. "But they still have their uses."

"And the old man?"

"Hmm?... He will make a decent boss in the Nightmare Tower."

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