Chapter 142: The End

Everything went chaotic. I was stunned to move or talk to anyone. I am now in my werewolf form, while every movement around me is caught. There were allies from other packs who went in, and even Winston's friend Alphas were around to help us with the current issue we were situated in. I almost jumped in happiness, but I remembered I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't the end yet. Our survival was hanging, and it wasn't what we planned, as Atom told us—a game of survival. But none of us—werewolves and witches—tried hurting each other. We were building unity, not a barrier to halt us from being friends.

I blinked a few times, roamed my gaze around the area, and it was in a dilemma. Winston faced Aton, while Yohan and the others faced the other warriors who almost could not be defeated by one of them. The group needed it to defend one warrior from this pack. No one tried attacking each other and assured us we could continue our peace negotiation among them.