Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

After Kassandra left, the study fell silent. Hazel sat on the sofa, lost in thought, while Cyril locked the important sheepskin parchment in a safe. The true residence of McGo Family’s leaders was a well-kept secret, and if The Iron Star Pack ever faced a crisis, they would need Kassandra’s assistance.

Cyril didn’t hide the location of his safe from Hazel, indicating a significant level of trust.

“Cyril, what’s your plan?” Hazel asked, needing to know Cyril’s strategy. There had been so much happening within the Pack, and they couldn’t pretend to be oblivious. Many issues needed to be addressed.

“I will gather those allies,” Cyril replied with a serious expression.

“But will they truly help us?” Hazel had experienced enough to know that they had to be prepared for different responses. As the largest Alpha in the world, Cyril had the power to summon others, and he explained his purpose over the phone, hoping the Alphas from Packs he had good relations with would join forces to face an impending, unknown battle.

Smart werewolves should understand how to choose, but there might still be some who refuse to join their alliance.

Hazel lost track of time, but when she looked outside, it was already dark. Cyril had been on the phone for a while, and his gaze turned toward the window before he finally hung up.

“Is everything going smoothly?” Hazel inquired further.

“Some Alphas will join us,” Cyril turned around, his brows furrowing. “But some haven’t confirmed their stance yet.”

Cyril had reached out to friends far in the north, including Luna Mylixe, who had assisted her son Eric in becoming Alpha after her husband, Alpha Quil, passed away. Cyril had previously helped Mylixe fend off threats to their Pack, so she pledged unconditional support and would arrive at The Iron Star Pack in two days.

Alpha Trnald mentioned that he had just found his mate, Eunice, and they would arrive in a week to offer Cyril further assistance. They were among Cyril’s closest friends.

Alphas Osiston and Voss, who were in the south with Trnald, said they would be able to reach The Iron Star Pack tomorrow. However, Cyril wasn’t entirely convinced that Alpha Voss would support him wholeheartedly, as he had always been ambitious.

Alpha Merric informed Cyril that he was currently visiting relatives, and it might take two or three days for him to arrive at their location.

More Pack Alphas expressed their support and pledged to bring more warriors to fight against the vampires. However, some smaller Packs in the southwest and northwest, which were far away, said they couldn’t join the battle because they lacked strong forces and enough members. Cyril wished them luck.

“When will they arrive?” Hazel asked about the timing of these Alpha’s arrivals.

“Tomorrow or a few days from now,” Cyril replied, his eyes darkening.

“What can I do to help?” Hazel wanted to assist Cyril.

“You only need to ensure your own safety,” Cyril’s voice was hoarse, having spoken too much that day.

“Where will they stay?” Hazel continued to inquire.

“At the Pack House,” Cyril answered. “I’ll have Theo make the necessary arrangements.”

Their Pack House was larger than most, but they needed to make room for additional people. This was not a mere drill, but preparations for an impending war. Nobody knew when that day would come, so Cyril wanted to ensure the safety of his Pack members and loyal allies.

But Cyril had some headaches as well. Some Alphas always believed they were more powerful, and many harbored ambitions of challenging and absorbing other Packs. Cyril had to handle these issues as well. In case an Alpha challenged him, he needed to manage that situation properly.

“I believe everything will turn out fine,” Hazel sighed, sitting on the couch with a confident gleam in her eyes.

Seeing Hazel’s confidence, Cyril smiled triumphantly.

“You need to continue your training tonight,” Cyril said again, sitting back in his chair and opening a report.

Originally, he had planned to go to the Pack House to handle work that day, but Kassandra’s arrival had disrupted his schedule.

“I understand,” Hazel shrugged, seeming to have accepted the situation.

“The people monitoring Fiona informed me that the girl from the forest sneaked into the medical room again,” Cyril said.

He didn’t think the identity of the girl in the forest was simple. Cyril had a suspicion; the girl had more interactions with the fake Fiona. If the Fiona in the hospital was Putnam’s mate, the girl might be Putnam’s close confidant. But it was all speculation.

Upon hearing Cyril’s words, Hazel paused for a moment. She seemed to remember something. Sheila!

“Actually, there’s something I need to tell you,” Hazel walked to Cyril’s desk and slowly spoke. “The girl from the forest that night is named Sheila, and she’s Elmer’s mate.”

Cyril frowned and looked at Hazel. “You’ve met her?”

“On the night of the attack, we went to the bar together, and Elmer introduced her to us,” Hazel continued. She told Cyril everything about her conversation with Sheila. Originally, she had wanted to find a chance to inform Cyril about this but had forgotten because of the attack and her encounter with Hawthorne.

“Elmer’s mate?” Cyril sneered.

“Yes, and I heard that she initially rejected Elmer but later came back to say she regretted it,” Hazel furrowed her brows.

“Do you think that’s normal?” Cyril asked Hazel.

Hazel shook her head. Finding a mate was usually a joyous occasion, and even if Sheila initially didn’t like Elmer and rejected him, it wasn’t unusual. People couldn’t control their hearts.

Sheila rejected Elmer, but Elmer didn’t accept Sheila’s rejection. Their partnership would only grow stronger, and even if Sheila did nothing, it wouldn’t have any effect. She could leave.

However, after rejecting Elmer, Sheila sought him out again, hoping to be with him, which was quite bizarre. If Hazel hadn’t seen Sheila in the medical room in the forest, she might not have had these suspicions. Clearly, Sheila approaching Elmer was purposeful. But what could Sheila’s motive be? Was it related to the fake Fiona?

Hazel just hoped that Sheila wouldn’t use Elmer, as that might deeply hurt him.

“Let’s see what she’s up to,” Cyril said, not ceasing his work. “I’ll have someone monitor her.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hazel nodded. She didn’t know how this would unfold, but for now, monitoring seemed like the best option.

The number of subjects under surveillance increased, making the situation more complex.

“Carlotta and Viola have arrived,” Cyril continued. “Go downstairs and find Berhtulf; he’ll take you to the training ground.”

“I understand,” Hazel said, approaching the door. She looked at Cyril’s serious expression but ultimately didn’t say anything.

Hazel opened the door and left the study.