Randella

Two days later, Lya was totally speechless as she observed the baby in front of her. He was looking at her, just like how she looked at him.

Lya had brought Sirius to Andrea's house for a visit, more than eight times for the past forty-eight hours, but not even for a single time, the boy accepted to be fed. The adults were not able to understand how and why he was acting like that. They feared that maybe he had gotten sick.

Not only that, but apart from sleeping and laughing for a few times a day, he passed the whole time observing the things that were around him, as if he was eternally curious.

Throughout that time, he did not cry; not even once.

Lya realized his situation was anything, but normal. It gave her an immense headache, since she didn't know how to properly act, as well as being drowned in worry.

Unfortunately, she was blaming herself and her lack of experience as a mother, for all of this. But as she looked at him, she couldn't find anything different. Actually, whenever she saw him, she had the impression that he was getting healthier and stronger instead.

'How can that be? He's not even eating!'

While she was musing over those strange things, Lya heard the low voice of her best friend.

"How's he doing? Not hungry yet?"

Dacia shyly entered in the living room and Lya instantly noticed through her voice, that she was not her normal self.

However, she quickly realized that it was only natural for her to be like that, since her figure had completely changed.

Dacia was embarrassed to show her new visual, to her best friend. What was once a neck-length hair, had turned into a simple male short hair. There were no styles applied, nor there was anything different from what was considered to be normal; she had just cut off most of her hair, changing her entire figure to a unisex one.

Together with her flat and slim body, Dacia had practically changed, morphed into a genderless person.

If it weren't for the fact that her voice was really sweet and feminine, no one could tell with hundred percent assurance, that she was a female werewolf.

Lya looked at Dacia and couldn't hold herself from teasing her friend.

"You look so handsome, way better than most of the lads out there."

"What?! Come on... I don't really wish to look like this and if it weren't for your crazy ideas, I wouldn't have to do something this shameful."

"Ahahaha."

"Come on, don't laugh about it. Ahhh!!! I can't believe we're doing this."

While a warm interaction was happening in that living room, on the outside of the Southern Moon tribe, a few menacing figures were slowly approaching.

They were calmly moving forward, as if not bothered by the invisible stares being directed at them. However, even though they didn't bother with those eyes, they knew they were being observed, watched.

Maybe, they just had too much confidence in their prowess, or maybe, they just blindly believed in the one leading them.

Around those seven figures, one could feel the air vibrating, resonating with their Animus, that was filled with battling experiences. However, since they were inside another tribe territory, they made their best efforts to suppress it down.

Less than ten minutes later, they finally arrived at the doorstep of the Southern Moon tribe, where there were hundreds of warriors waiting for their arrival. The crushing majority of them were women, but occasionally, one could see a male figure, amidst that sea of women.

Naturally as the strongest warriors of the Grey Mane tribe and being alphas among their elite fighters, they felt their blood boiling and their male instincts screaming. They instantly suppressed those rising desires, blaming it on the fact of being stared by so many pairs of beautiful eyes.

However, they also felt and invisible pressure trying to constrict them. But that was to be expected, since the Southern Moon tribe female warriors, had a really strange specialty in their bloodstream.

Rothur Greymane looked at that grand line up, but instead of feeling threatened, he was actually, getting impatient. Even though he saw how powerful the defenders of the Southern Moon tribe were, he didn't put anyone into his eyes and his arrogance flared.

Noticing that there wasn't anyone important amidst them, he felt his pride getting a hit.

'How dare they act like this? Where is their chief? She should have been here to welcome us!'

Rothur was about to lose control and release his hot temper upon those unimportant figures, when he was timely interrupted by the voice of his father.

"Oho! I didn't think that your small tribe would've grown this much in such a short window of time... How long has it been? Five? Eight? Ten years? I can feel that there are a few refined warriors amidst your people. Have you perhaps personally trained some of them, Randella?"

Just as he said those words and mentioned that name, everyone present seemed to have slightly changed their expression. On his group, the five elite fighters changed their posture, as if readying themselves for a battle, while Rothur Greymane, froze.

Randella, was the name of the current matriarch of the Southern Moon tribe; a person capable of fighting against his father. Actually, rumors said that she was able to even win against him, in a fair exchange that is.

However, knowing how cunning his father was, he doubted if there would be a day, where he would actually fight fairly against someone.

Silence suddenly reigned over that whole environment, but it was broken by a valiant voice.

"So, you've come, huh?! To think that you would rise to the chieftain position and even dare to stand in front of me once again... Strength and power really do change how a person act and do things."

From inside the entrance gates, behind that sea of women protecting the Southern Moon tribe, a valiant woman surged.