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“Cyril, I trust you,” Kassandra spoke again.

She could form an alliance with Cyril because she knew his character. As the Alpha of the world’s largest Pack, Cyril wouldn’t commit such a foolish act, let alone leave behind any evidence after doing so.

So she hardly needed to doubt whether Cyril would do such a thing. He wouldn’t, and he wouldn’t even consider it. Cyril had his pride and self-respect, and he wouldn’t engage in such childish games; otherwise, he wouldn’t have ascended to his position.

“Kassandra, what’s on your mind?” Cyril’s gaze sharpened, knowing that Kassandra’s visit wasn’t so straightforward.

“I need your help and cooperation,” Kassandra summarized her purpose for coming.

“Do you have any suspects?” Cyril inquired.

“The attackers left your Pack’s badge behind, seemingly to provoke a conflict between The Iron Star Pack and the McGo Family,” Kassandra analyzed the current situation.

She was unsure why she was entangled in this struggle, but since the McGo Family was involved, as the head of the McGo Family, she couldn’t simply stand by.

To ensure the safety of her entire family, Kassandra needed to find a trustworthy and powerful ally. Cyril was the best choice; as the Alpha of the world’s largest Pack, he possessed formidable strength on the battlefield and an intimidating force that made rivals tremble. With powerful subordinates like the Parrishes and Rankins, everyone was afraid of Cyril, and it was almost comical when smaller Packs tried to take him down and absorb his Pack.

Cyril pulled out the note from that night and spread it out in front of Kassandra.

“Dogs like that should disappear from the world, don’t you think?” Cyril’s face remained serious.

“Vampires, right?” Kassandra’s expression changed slightly.

Everyone knew that only vampires referred to werewolves as “dogs.” Vampires considered themselves to have a noble and pure lineage and despised the wolves for emitting a certain odor.

Cyril nodded.

Hazel looked at the note, thinking about Hawthorne. She wasn’t sure if the note was left by him, and if it was, what his intentions were. She couldn’t forget that she had referred to herself as his fiancée. She felt that things were becoming increasingly complicated.

She was just an ordinary werewolf, so why was she involved in so many events?

“But we don’t know exactly who left this note,” Hazel spoke up, feeling it was necessary to clarify.

“When is the peace agreement expiring?” Kassandra inquired.

Werewolves and vampires had signed a peace agreement in the past, agreeing not to interfere with each other. They only operated within their own territories and had to apply for entry into the other’s domain, which required approval; otherwise, it was considered an invasion.

Kassandra remembered that her great-grandmother had been a witness to the agreement, and both the Vampire King and the Alpha of the largest Pack kept a copy. Cyril had the peace agreement in his possession now.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“In two weeks,” Cyril replied, almost without checking, as that date was essential for all werewolves.

Once they lost the restraint of the peace agreement, it allowed for war to be waged between werewolves and vampires at any time and in any place, which was not a desirable outcome.

“Two weeks will pass quickly,” Hazel voiced her concern, well aware of the importance of the peace agreement.

Kassandra nodded, with thoughts flashing through her mind.

“Perhaps because of this, some people have come up with new ideas,” Kassandra’s gaze shifted between Cyril and Hazel.

“Kassandra, are you suggesting that vampires might declare war on werewolves when the peace agreement expires?” Hazel asked.

She didn’t want that outcome. Just thinking about it made Hazel uncomfortable. She didn’t want werewolves and vampires to become enemies. She didn’t want her Pack to face war again.

“It’s just a speculation of mine,” Kassandra looked at Hazel, not really knowing what was going on in the vampires’ minds.

“So, do you think the vampires are trying to incite a conflict between us and the McGo Family by deliberately stealing our badges and then leaving them behind?” Hazel asked again, trying to make sense of it all. “Is that the plan?”

“Too many possibilities,” Kassandra shook her head.

She didn’t believe the vampires would do such a thing because it wouldn’t benefit them. McGo Family was a significant asset for both werewolves and vampires. Even if vampires disliked werewolves, they wouldn’t take such action. Vampires would prefer to confront werewolves directly. If the vampires were foolish enough to be behind this, they’d face the consequences, and McGo Family would break ties with them, which wasn’t what they wanted.

Kassandra’s ability to judge right from wrong was strong. She became the head of the McGo Family based not only on her natural talents but also on her strength and sound judgment.

“Each member of the Pack has their own badge; perhaps we need to investigate,” Hazel furrowed her brow.

“I agree with Hazel’s idea,” Kassandra patted Hazel’s shoulder and offered her a kind smile.

“Even if it turns out to be our Pack’s badge, it doesn’t necessarily mean it was done by someone from our Pack,” Cyril spoke, not trying to absolve his own people but considering the many recent events, leading to various possibilities.

Kassandra nodded in agreement with Cyril’s statement.

“Perhaps someone took the badge,” Hazel persisted with this possibility.

“I’ll handle this matter,” Cyril leaned back in his chair, feeling the unprecedented challenges before him.

From Bessie’s death to the attack on the McGo Family, it seemed like a hidden hand was orchestrating everything. The Iron Star Pack had only enjoyed brief moments of tranquility before plunging into darkness again. Werewolves, witches, and vampires were all caught up in this turmoil. Alpha members from other Packs had infiltrated The Iron Star Pack, hiding their identities and causing chaos. Hazel had met her vampire fiancé, leaving her bewildered and conflicted. The note in the corner of the room spoke of eliminating all “mutts,” and the witches’ family had been attacked, with the evidence pointing to The Iron Star Pack. The peace agreement was about to expire, and every Pack in the world was facing an unknown danger. They had to unite and face the race that sought to destroy the agreement-vampires.

“Dogs like that should disappear from the world, don’t you think?”

The vampires’ intentions had become crystal clear; they sought not a specific werewolf or a particular small Pack, but the lives of all werewolves. Vampires desired to conquer every Pack. Cyril wasn’t sure if it was a scheme by the vampire king, but it was undeniably linked to the vampires, and he wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

“We should investigate the badges and continue monitoring the fake Fiona in the hospital bed,” Hazel suggested, not forgetting that the imposter Fiona was still recovering.

“Fight fire with fire!” Kassandra chimed in.

“If someone wants to see The Iron Star Pack and the McGo Family break apart, why don’t we give them exactly what they want?” Cyril sneered. Perhaps they could set up a game within a game.

Hazel felt that all the clues were gradually coming together, and her thoughts became clearer. On the surface, they could appear to break ties with McGo Family, making others think they couldn’t have the witches’ support, while secretly, Cyril and Kassandra would be the most trustworthy allies, manipulating everything behind the scenes.

“Perhaps we really need to start preparing,” Kassandra’s intent was clear: prepare for battle.

Cyril’s expression was mysterious, his gaze fixed on Hazel. He remembered what Kassandra had once said: Hazel was favored by the gods. If a crisis were truly to strike, Cyril hoped Hazel would survive and be under the Moon Goddess’s protection.

“I’ll gather all our allies,” Cyril finally spoke in his sultry voice, his brow not relaxing.

Kassandra’s gaze grew even more serious, believing that Cyril had the authority and power to do so.

Hazel looked at Cyril and Kassandra’s expressions, sensing that real danger was about to descend, and the once-peaceful town was no longer serene.