He saved my life

Ghod was at a loss as he couldn't for the life of him find where the hell these bastards were hiding.

It infuriated him to see that several amateurs had outsmarted him. "I let down my guard, and these are the consequences," he muttered angrily.

He was bewildered by how he had been so careless not to keep an eye on every pack as he had always done. He had never been outplayed by any pack before; he was always ten steps ahead.

His spies were everywhere; many were sent in their youth with their families to grow up within the pack, gaining its trust. They were paid handsomely for their work, with death as the penalty if caught.

But this pack, whoever they were, seemed to be off his map. "I've journeyed everywhere to find out who they are," Ghod growled to his men, "but all the other packs have come out clean. If I can't catch these people, other packs might also grow a backbone and attack us. One or two attacks, I can handle, but multiple? Not so much."

After searching tirelessly, Ghod and his men set up camp in the woods. The next morning, they would find a mage who might provide their needed answers.

Sleep came very hard to him; he tossed and turned restlessly. He was worried about Helena. "She's weak and unable to fight," he murmured. "What if Theo lets his guard down, and the pack gets attacked in his absence?"

His confidence in finding the opposing pack had overshadowed his concerns about security breaches. "Our security is second to none," he reassured himself, "and our soldiers are well-trained and equipped. But what if the other pack exploits even the slightest mistake?"

Running a hand down his face, Ghod chose to have faith in Theo. "I can't mind linking him; he's too far away, and Helena doesn't even have a wolf. She's so small she could be carried away in a bag." After a few more minutes of struggling to sleep, Ghod finally drifted off, but his dreams were filled with nightmares of scenarios he preferred not to think about.

The next morning, they continued their journey. The sun had only begun to shine,

Ghod and his men were moving towards the mountain housing the mage when the hairs on his neck stood. He froze, and his men, who were paying close attention to him, also stood still.

The occasional snapping of twigs ceased, and silence fell. Ghod raised his hand in a halt motion, even though everyone had already stopped. He focused on his surroundings and soon caught the scent of a foreign wolf.

A guttural growl erupted from the depths of the woods, and two hulking, monstrous figures emerged from the shadows,

Ghod smiled a lop-sided smile as he immediately shifted into his wolf form. "Prepare for battle!" he roared, his voice carrying authority. His men shifted as well, readying themselves.

Ghod's charcoal fur shone in the sun as he let out a guttural roar before charging towards the wolves. The sound of breaking bones echoed through the woods as he landed a heavy blow on one of them.

The first wolf was whimpering in pain before dying. The second wolf attempted an escape, but Ghod pinned him down, ready to destroy him, when another wolf jumped on his back.

Ghod was about to shake the wolf off when he recognized the scent. Turning around quickly, he saw an arrow embedded in one of his best soldiers and friends. "No!" he shouted, his voice breaking. He caught his fallen comrade, who was coughing up blood.

The soldier gasped, "Ghod... I... I'm sorry."

Ghod held his friend in his arms, tears of anguish welling in his eyes. "Stay with me, Haxhu. You're going to be okay." But it was too late. Haxhu's eyes dimmed, and he went still.

The attackers quickly fled, clearly intimidated by Ghod's speed and power. "Whoever fired that arrow aimed for me," Ghod muttered, "Haxhu jumped in to save me. I owe him my life."

Holding back his grief, Ghod and his men wrapped Haxhu's body in a tent bag and continued their way. "It's not the first time I've lost a close friend," Ghod said quietly, "but it will be the last." He promised himself that he would find these rebels and tear them apart.

The journey grew faster as his men, fueled by silent anger, moved with determination. Haxhu had been everyone's buddy, and losing him hurt deeply.

It took some time, but they eventually reached the mountain, a jagged, grey giant clawing at the sky. The cold air was thin and biting, stealing the breath from their lungs.

Yet, they pressed on, "For Haxhu, for the boy who was killed, and for our pack and families back home," Ghod encouraged them.

Their faces were grim, eyes holding a hidden pain. Their armors were dirtied with grime and dust, and Ghod's armor was streaked with blood. Their boots sank into the heavy snow, making each step laborious.

Noticing how tired his men had become, Ghod called out, "Wait here. I'll go on alone."

A number of them refused to leave him. "We're with you, Alpha," one of the soldiers said firmly.

Ghod nodded, understanding their loyalty. "You've been through enough."

As they climbed higher, the air grew thinner, the snow deeper, and the landscape more forbidding. Ghod's worry for his men increased with each step. "We need to be cautious," he warned, "this place is treacherous."

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