Kidnapped By The Werewolf Alpha King (completed)

Chapter 20 Asher’s point of view

As I pace back and forth in my study, frustration and concern gnawing at my heart, Luke and Carter diligently scour the maps and books for any clue that might lead us to our missing pack members. "I have combed and combed the maps of the Lycan Capital and can't find anything," I express, my voice strained with worry. "My heart is aching knowing that my mate is not with me. I can feel her pain and panic," I add, my determination to find her growing stronger with each passing moment. "I swear I am going to tear that piece of s**t limb by limb for kidnapping my Luna."

Excitement courses through us as Luke recalls the old maps tucked away in the depths of the library, buried within the pages of Lycan literature that Airabella had once perused. With haste, we rush to the library, frantically sifting through the books in search of the elusive map. Book after book is pulled from the shelves until finally, amidst the chaos, Luke's triumphant cry pierces the air: "I found it!" Eagerly, I join him, peering over his shoulder at the tome he holds in his hands—The Other Side, written by a clandestine Lycan author. As I delve into its pages, the grim truth unfolds before me: a tale of Lycans entwined with black magic witches, a descent from noble guardians to power-hungry beings, their once mighty race plunged into the depths of despair.

As I delve into the ancient tome, the words paint a vivid picture of a world gripped by darkness and oppression. The pages recount the sinister ambitions of the black magic witches, who, thirsting for ultimate power, erected a new fortress just a few miles distant from the majestic Great Lycan City Capital. This fortress, the text reveals, was intended to serve as the sinister seat of their dominion once their conquest of the world was assured. With a heavy heart, I study the illustrations that accompany the narrative, each one a haunting depiction of enslavement and subjugation. The images depict the diverse races of the world, once proud and free, now shackled and toiling under the yoke of their magical overlords.

Drawing forth the map, I'm struck by its intricate detail and ominous implications. A structure resembling a church dominates the center, its spires reaching towards the heavens like dark talons. Yet, the map also reveals a hidden truth—the city lies both above and below ground, its subterranean depths shrouded in the protective veil of black magic. Only the church, a visible symbol of the witches' power, pierces the surface, while the true extent of the city remains obscured from prying eyes. As I continue to pore over the text, the grim reality of the Lycans' plight becomes painfully clear. Enslaved by the witches' dark sorcery, their once-proud race now languishes in servitude, their spirits broken by the weight of oppression.

With determination burning in my veins, I turn to Luke and Carter, my voice ringing out with resolve. "Get the fighters ready. We're going to war." The urgency in my tone leaves no room for hesitation as I issue my command. "I want all able-bodied wolves to be prepared to leave by dusk. We'll march under the cover of darkness, utilizing every advantage we possess."

Luke and Carter nod in understanding, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation. They know as well as I do that our chances of success hinge on careful planning and swift execution. "Our eyesight has always been superior to any Lycans', especially at night," I continue, emphasizing the importance of leveraging our strengths. "We'll use the darkness to our advantage, striking swiftly and decisively."