Alpha Berra's POV
And by the time they finally saw the doom I had planted inside Greko Pack, it would already be too late.
Much too late for anyone to stop me.
I walked quickly toward my private quarters, grabbed a clean set of clothes, and dressed to look simple yet official. I needed to blend in perfectly. No one could suspect anything.
Inside me, the spirit of the witches stirred, listening to every silent command I gave.
The spell Sorcerer King Azanlin placed on me when I was still a child was too strong for any werewolf to detect my real nature. Not even the best trackers could sniff out the difference between me and them.
To them, I was just Alpha Berra — loyal assistant, brave security head, and silent warrior.
Fools.
I tucked in my shirt properly, adjusted
