Chapter 92: A dangerous alliance

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Noah sat at the edge of the sleek, obsidian table in the dimly lit room, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the ornate map before him. The shadows danced across the walls, reflecting the tension that hung heavy in the air. He had been thinking about this moment for days—ever since Siena's message had arrived. Now, he was here, in the heart of her territory, preparing to fulfill his side of their uneasy agreement.

The **Level 18 Werewolf Heir** had to die. And Noah wasn't going to let any personal or political entanglements get in the way of that.

He had already spent hours meticulously planning, poring over maps, reports, and any bit of information that could give him an edge. The Bloodfang Clan heir was no ordinary werewolf, and his strength was formidable. But what did that matter to someone like Noah? His **Legendary Armor** and **Night Sovereign** powers could overcome virtually any foe, even one of that caliber. Still, the situation wasn't simple, and he would need to execute the plan with precision.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Siena.

Noah's eyes flicked over to her as she stepped into the room. Her presence was commanding, even if it wasn't as overwhelming as some of the other werewolves he had encountered. The moonlight glinted off her silver hair, which was tied back in a loose braid, and her eyes—the same shade of deep, amber gold as her clan—locked with his for a moment. A faint smirk curled her lips.

She was different from when he had first met her. Stronger. More confident. And now, it was clear that her power had grown.

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Noah stood up, his gaze narrowing. The last time he had seen Siena, she was still **Level 10**, the same level he had been before entering the trial. But now, as he stood face to face with her, he could sense something had changed.

Siena wasn't the same anymore.

"**Level 12** now, I see," Noah remarked, his voice cool, measured.

Siena paused, as if surprised by his observation. Then she shrugged, an expression of mild amusement crossing her features.

"I've been busy," she replied, her voice low and confident. "The trials were a perfect opportunity for growth. Can't let you be the only one on a fast track to power, can I?"

Noah felt a sharp twinge of caution run through him. He had anticipated that Siena would grow stronger, but this was a noticeable jump. She was now only a level behind him.

Siena had always been capable—clever, ambitious, and resourceful—but the level gap between them had kept her from being a true threat. Now, however, it was different. She wasn't just a useful ally; she was becoming a player in her own right. A threat, one that Noah would need to keep a close eye on.

He couldn't afford to let this slip.

"You're getting too strong, Siena. Don't think this gives you a free pass to make any... ambitious moves against me," Noah said, his voice low, his tone deliberate. He didn't raise his voice, but the words were sharp enough to send a ripple of warning through the room.

Siena raised an eyebrow but didn't seem fazed by the threat. Instead, she gave him a sly smile.

"I would never," she said, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "But I won't forget that you've been keeping secrets from me. This isn't just about the heir anymore, Noah. We've both been playing this game, but there's only one ruler in the end."

Noah's eyes flashed with a flicker of warning, his hand unconsciously flexing at his side.

"Don't mistake my patience for weakness. Cross me, and you won't live to regret it," he replied, his voice a low, ominous growl.

Siena's smirk softened, but the warning in his tone clearly wasn't lost on her. She seemed to think for a moment, her amber eyes narrowing as they scanned him, before nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

"I think I've made my point, then." She stepped toward the table and leaned over, placing a folded parchment on the map. It was a blueprint of the **Bloodfang Clan's estate**, and the heir's likely whereabouts within it.

Her expression became serious. "Now, let's get to the real business."

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Noah surveyed the map she had laid before him. The estate was massive—an old mansion deep in the forest, surrounded by layers of **high-level werewolves** and various traps. It was clear that taking down the heir would not be a simple matter. Even with the advantage of surprise, the house would be heavily guarded. Still, Siena had done her homework, and Noah knew she had made the right preparations.

"I've gathered intel. The heir spends most of his time in the northern wing of the estate. His inner circle is small, but loyal. Any attack on him would need to be quick, clean, and silent," Siena explained, her voice steady as she pointed out key points on the map.

Noah absorbed the information, his mind already running through potential strategies. He was confident he could take down the heir, but the key would be precision. Too much noise and too many bodies would draw unwanted attention. The clan would retaliate in force, and while Noah was strong, he didn't want to waste resources.

"How much time do we have before he gets more secure?" Noah asked, glancing up from the map to meet Siena's eyes.

"Not long. There's a gathering in two days. The heir will be surrounded by several of the clan's leaders, and they'll likely increase their patrols after that," Siena answered, her fingers lightly tapping the edge of the map.

Noah nodded. "Then we'll move tonight."

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Before finalizing the plan, Noah leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Siena. He was curious. She had clearly grown stronger—**Level 12** now—but he still needed to understand the full extent of her new abilities.

"What exactly did you gain with your recent growth?" Noah asked. "What's the full extent of your werewolf class now?"

Siena's smile softened. "Ah, you want the specifics. Fine. I suppose it's only fair, considering I've already told you so much about myself."

She straightened, folding her arms in front of her as she spoke.

"**Bloodhowl**—that's my class now. It's a rare bloodline-locked class exclusive to my clan, which has evolved over generations. The core of the class lies in the strength of the wolf's blood, making me a much more potent combatant. My bloodline enhances my physical abilities, senses, and even my control over my transformation. But more importantly, it grants me access to several unique abilities."

She paused, letting the words sink in as she regarded him with an intensity that matched his own.

"The first is **Moonlit Reckoning**. During the night, my physical capabilities are amplified to the point where I can rival someone **five levels above me**. My strength, speed, and endurance are all increased. It's a perfect ability for dealing with high-level enemies, especially when the night is on my side."

Noah nodded, understanding the potential threat that this ability posed. The boost to her attributes was already considerable, but during the night—when she was at her peak—Siena would be a force to be reckoned with.

"The second ability is **Howl of the Alpha**. When I unleash this howl, I can rally my clanmates, enhancing their abilities and coordination. It's especially effective in group combat, but it also sends a wave of **aura** that can disorient and confuse my enemies. In combat, it's devastating."

The final ability was something Noah had not expected. Siena hesitated slightly before revealing it.

"And finally, the most dangerous ability: **Blood of the Alpha**. It allows me to **absorb** the essence of my clan's leaders after they fall in battle, temporarily inheriting their skills and abilities. If the heir dies at my hands, I will absorb his strength, making me even more formidable."

Noah's expression was unreadable, but inside, he was calculating. Her class was powerful—especially with the **Blood of the Alpha** ability. If she managed to kill the heir, it would be a huge boon for her. But it also made her even more dangerous. She wasn't just an ally anymore; she was a potential rival.

Siena's eyes met his again, and for a moment, there was no pretense between them. She wasn't just seeking power for her clan. She was seeking to dominate.

"You have your part to play, Noah. We all do," Siena said quietly, almost to herself. Then, more firmly: "But don't forget, I'm no longer just a pawn in your game."

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As Siena finished outlining her abilities, Noah stood up, a small smile creeping across his lips.

"I'm impressed," he said. "But don't forget, Siena—ambition always comes with a price. You've grown powerful, but remember who you're dealing with."

Siena's smile was faint, but there was no denying the understanding that passed between them. She knew Noah was a threat. She also knew he was playing a dangerous game. But she had no intention of backing down.

"I don't plan on forgetting," she said softly. "And you'll find I'm loyal... as long as we share a common goal."

Noah met her gaze for a long moment before nodding. This alliance—this dangerous, fragile truce—would have to work. For now, it had to. But Noah knew better than to trust anyone completely. Even Siena.

The heir had to die. And when the deed was done, Noah would have to make sure that all his moves remained calculated. Because the moment he slipped, there would be no one left to protect him.

And he wasn't about to make that mistake.