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Deep in the werewolf-infused night, Sam could sense the underlying sensitivity that lay within Tony’s soul.

After a long silence, Sam finally spoke, his voice laced with authority. “Tony, you are an integral part of Darknetz, its very backbone. Whatever you decide to do, you will represent Darknetz. I will not fear if our organization becomes entangled in this matter. However, I implore you to consider your actions wisely, instead of acting on impulse. As the person in charge of Darknetz, I bear the responsibility for its future development!”

Tony nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding.

Sam continued, his tone firm yet supportive. “Take the time to think it through and give me an answer. No matter what decision you make, know that I stand beside you. Rest assured, my friend.” A smile tugged at the corners of Tony’s lips as he responded, “I understand. I appreciate your support.”

“Very well then,” Sam said, his attention turning elsewhere. “I have matters to attend to. I will contact you again once everything is ready.” Tony replied, “Sure, take your time.”

With that, Sam disconnected, disappearing into the shadows.

As Tony sat at his computer, he found himself lost in contemplation. Sam had made a valid point. As a person in charge of Darknetz, he had a duty to consider the organization’s future.

Deep down, he knew that he could only dismantle the mysterious forces that plagued them once he and Darknetz grew stronger.

In the eerie stillness of the night, the wind howled around the Moonwalk pack’s desolate dock. Three in the morning cast an oppressive darkness, broken only by the faint glow of lights on the sea.

A black car emerged from the depths, gliding to a stop in a secluded corner. Fabian, the driver, turned to the man in the back seat. “Alpha Morris, we have arrived.”

Alpha Kilian, the enigmatic alpha, peered out into the abyss with his obsidian eyes. “Are you certain this is the place?” he questioned.

Fabian nodded, his confidence unwavering. “Yes, it’s right in front of us. But we cannot approach any closer, for fear of detection.”

Alpha Kilian pondered for a moment, before opening the car door. Fabian followed suit, stepping out into the pitch-black dock.

The darkness seemed to embrace Alpha Kilian’s commanding figure, his muscular physique blending seamlessly into the night. Fabian couldn’t help but inquire, “Alpha Morris, what is our plan?”

Alpha Kilian’s response was cryptic yet resolute. “I am still considering,” he replied.

Fabian couldn’t believe his ears. How casual! We are about to face ruthless mercenaries. “Alpha Morris, you must be joking,” Fabian chuckled nervously.

In an instant, Alpha Kilian’s gaze turned deadly, fiercely silencing Fabian. “Do I look like I’m joking?” His smile vanished, replaced by an aura of lethal seriousness.

“No, not at all,” Fabian stammered, his voice quivering with unease.

Just as Fabian was about to speak further, they heard foreign voices speaking in hushed tones. Both men immediately went on high alert. Alpha Kilian spotted a nearby container and gestured for Fabian to take cover.

Unbeknownst to the two foreigners, they were being watched by Alpha Kilian and Fabian. Guns in hand, the foreigners strolled past, completely oblivious to the danger that lurked nearby.

These foreigners were among the group that had stationed themselves at the hotel entrance. Alpha Kilian furrowed his brow, his gaze fixated on them. Something wasn’t right.

As the foreigners moved farther away, Fabian whispered to Alpha Kilian, “Alpha Morris, my instincts tell me they are involved in a secretive transaction, or perhaps transferring something here.”

Alpha Kilian considered Fabian’s words. It made sense, given the late hour and the presence of firearms. Everyone seemed on edge, anticipating trouble.

Fabian’s voice trembled as he asked, “Alpha Morris, what should we do? We are outnumbered and outgunned!”

Alpha Kilian turned to him, a glimmer of determination in his eyes. “I did not come here seeking a confrontation. Our objective is to gather information. Besides, brute force is uncivilized.”

Fabian was at a loss for words. Alpha Morris, you didn’t have to explicitly state that it’s uncivilized. We both know we stand no chance against them. When have you ever been civilized?

Though Fabian kept his thoughts to himself, he couldn’t refute the wisdom behind Alpha Kilian’s words. In this uncertain situation, stealth and observation were their best allies.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

And so, they remained concealed within the shroud of darkness, keeping a close eye on the sea and its surroundings.

Though unable to see the foreigners’ faces, they deduced that the slender man standing by the sea was the leader. His every command was met with obedience.

Yet, as they continued to observe, they noticed only seven figures present. Alpha Kilian’s gaze turned contemplative, his mind racing to devise an alternative plan.

Suddenly, ripples disturbed the surface of the sea. Simultaneously, the eighth man approached the leader, engaged in a brief conversation before departing.