Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 171

Chloe

As the relentless sun blazed overhead, casting its searing heat upon the members of the Red Moon Pack and our guests from the Frost Fang Pack, we all gathered in the open clearing.

Sharing valuable pieces of information and conducting training to strengthen our packs, those were matters agreed upon by the Red Moon Pack and the Frost Fang Pack. Since strengthening the pack was one of our priorities, we didn't waste any time and immediately scheduled a training by the Frost Fang Pack.

As the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, | thought everything was going smoothly. | didn't take into consideration the state of mind of my pack members.

No matter what their reason was, the Frost Fang Pack's attack was still fresh in my pack members’ mind. Thus, although they were attending the training as | had ordered, | could clearly see the negative expressions on their faces.

Especifically, everyone's faces bore expressions of clear discontent when their gazes settled on Blake and Idris, who stood at the forefront. | arched an eyebrow in response, sensing the lingering reluctance of my proud pack members to accept outsiders, particularly those who attacked them, guiding their training.

Blake remained stoic, unperturbed by my pack member's blatant disapproval. On the other hand, Idris couldn't hide his irritation, his features marred by annoyance.

"| will first give you a simple introduction before going to the demonstrations."

"The art of assassination takes on a mysterious and fascinating form. It's not merely about stealthily ending someone's life, it's a complex blend of cunning, precision, and the harnessing of supernatural abilities," although he was irritated, Idris religiously explained.

“As an assassin, you are akin to a phantom of the night, trained to move without making a sound and to remain unseen by all..."

“Your knowledge must run deep... understanding the anatomy and vulnerabilities of both human and werewolf forms. The craft of poison is a potent tool in your arsenal, your greatest weapon..."

The dialogue unfolded, with Idris delving into the intricate art of assassination. He explained the nuances and strategies, with Blake lending his assistance for the demonstrations.

| watched them intently, and though the Red Moon Pack members appeared to be listening, a cloud of skepticism hung over them.

‘They know they have to learn from Blake and Idris, but they are very reluctant to do so... if this continued, then this training would be a waste of time...’ | thought with a frown.

‘What are you going to do, Blake?’ | thought as | looked around my pack members. Even Caleb, who is known for his unwavering discipline, wore a hostile expression that seemed aimed directly at Blake.

io... In fact, Caleb's hostility was the most palpable among the others. It was as if he were sending invisible daggers towards Blake.

"Oh? Could it be... that he realized that Alpha Sabre has the same identity as Blake, the Lycan King?’ Alarmed, | couldn't help but think for a moment before dismissing that thought.

‘No, that couldn't be. Otherwise... it wouldn't end just like this..."

‘But why is Caleb so hostile against Blake?’ Caleb was always calm and reliable, seeing him like that, | couldn't help but raise a brow.

Fortunately, Blake carried on, seemingly oblivious to Caleb's animosity, focusing solely on the training.

After the end of Idris and Blake's demonstration, Idris announced, "Group yourselves into two and follow the actions we just demonstrated now."

While the pack members were busy grouping themselves, suddenly, Caleb's voice carried an undertone of polite sarcasm as he turned his attention to Blake.

"Alpha Sabre," he began, a sly smile playing at his lips, "since you've graced us with your presence, how about giving us a personal demonstration of your skills? As the Alpha of the Frost Pang Pack, would you give me the honor of personally teaching me?

“How about the two of us spar for a bit?" Aclear provocation. Although he called it a spar, it was obvious that Caleb was challenging Blake.

| was startled while a collective tension settled over the clearing as everyone here experienced the fight when the Frost Fang Pack first arrived in the pack. Everyone had a taste of Blake's power. Thus, a lot of the members started getting worried that Caleb would get hurt and so most of the pack members turned to look at me, asking me with their eyes to stop Caleb.

However, | surprised them all by simply watching, my expression neutral. Blake turned to look at Caleb and raised a brow. And ever composed, he considered Caleb's request before nodding.

"Very well, Caleb. | accept your challenge. But let's make this interesting." A collective gasp was heard around the pack. Caleb's eyes turned colder as he asked, "What do you suggest?"

"| get something if | win and vice versa," Blake responded calmly.

Caleb's curiosity piqued, and he raised an eyebrow. "You want a prize for the winner?"

“Well, what do you want if you win?"

Blake's response was unexpected. "I don't want anything from you, Caleb," he said with a small, enigmatic smile.

“But Alpha Chloe can grant the prize," he suddenly said, making the field filled with murmurs.

"What? He wants something from the Alpha?!" “How presumptuous!" "This Alpha Sabre... Isn't he being too much?" The crowd angrily murmured.

However, Blake ignored and continued, "Of course, if you win, you can have a prize too. If Alpha Chloe agrees with this, of course.”

My eyes narrowed as | stared at Blake. A prize? What are you planning, Blake? But no matter how | tried, | could not see through his thoughts.

On the other hand Caleb, however, grew suspicious. "What kind of prize are you talking about, Alpha Sabre?" He hissed. Blake met Caleb's gaze evenly. "A home-cooked meal by Alpha Chloe herself."

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"What a unique prize Alpha Sabre. How dare you dream of eating the food that | made?," | said with a cold voice, making everyone turn quiet.

“But since it's a prize for a spar, then | will reluctantly agree," | added before a smirk form on my lips.

"The of you, do your best in your spar."