Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen Chapter 357

357 Wait And See

Selma Payne’s POV:

The Lycan pack had entered a state of ergency.

The arrival of the royal family’s newborn brought joy to the werewolves, but it did not completely neutralize the panic about the wanderers, which had once again ignited chaos. An unspeakable tension lingered in every inch of the air among the packs.

This ti, my father’s warning order was strictly followed by every pack, not all Alpha would protect his will from the bottom of their hearts, but no one would want their pack to beco the next Floodwater, Saber Tooth, or Yellow Leaf Packs.

Even if they had now rged into Spring Rain Pack and were thriving, it couldn’t hide the fact that there was no Alpha there, and it had beco my sphere of influence.

The Evaria Family was temporarily out of business as if they did not care what kind of disaster their clansn in the dungeon would bring to the family. Judging from Emma’s expression, that was becoming more and more relaxed by the day, be it their sudden change of mind or Earl Marlowe finally willing to reorganize the family ruthlessly, everything was developing in the direction I wanted.

The werewolves seed to be peaceful internally, but they were extrely fortunate. We had encountered unprecedented difficulties in tracking down the Azazel party.

The wanderers who had attacked the palace seed to have evaporated into thin air. No reconnaissance ans, or witchcraft could capture any clues about them. This ant that the power that helped them escape and hide their tracks was much stronger than the current strength of the werewolves. Since they were a group of cultists, it might be Azazel himself.

Although I took away his divine persona, a divine persona was only a form of identification. Any god who wasn’t so weak that they were about to disappear could re-condense their divine persona after so ti, even if the price was the loss of so authority or power.

So hidden history and myths recorded such events. A god who had condensed his divinity for the second ti would be greatly weakened, but he was still an existence that mortals could not compete with.

Of course, it was not like we didn’t have a chance. As long as Azazel was not crazy enough to declare war on the Moon Goddess, he would not be able to co to the world in his true form. He would most likely need his believers to sacrifice a body that could walk on earth like the one sealed in the Rocky Mountains.

However, a sacrifice was more complex than drawing an array and throwing a sacrifice. The more powerful the sacrifice, the more precious the things needed to be prepared, and the more complicated the preparation process was. The right ti, place, and people were all indispensable. It was not easy to find a body that could withstand the descent of Azazel. This ant that we could sort out the cultists’ potential targets based on the relevant records of our ancestors. Then, we could use this as a basis to wait for them to co and destroy the possibility of Azazel’s arrival at the root.

Of course, everything was easy to say, but there were many hidden difficulties.

After a day and night of ergency investigation, the Intelligence Departnt and the Sorcery Research Association worked together to compile a five-centiter-thick list of more than 400 sacrificial candidates. So of the 400 or so sacrificial candidates were precious, so were ordinary, and so were so rare that they could be found all over the streets. However, in terms of importance, they were all indispensable.

The problem was that we didn’t have enough manpower to monitor these sacrificial candidates individually. Furthermore, many of them were located in the territories of other races, even in uninhabited places like the north and south poles. Before the fire reached their hos, most people would watch it from the river’s other side. It was impossible for other races to cooperate with us.

Although the advantage of this situation was that we could put our limited manpower into the sacrificial candidates in our territory, the disadvantage was that the number of sacrificial candidates under our control was greatly reduced. In conclusion, there were only twelve choices left.

So be it. We spent the whole night discussing the plan and imdiately sent people to camp around the twelve candidates. The rest could only be negotiated with the other races. I hoped that they would take this seriously, not only for the interests of the werewolves but also for themselves. Those cultists didn’t care whose territory they were in when they go crazy.

On top of that, my return to the Spring Rain Pack was delayed as I was under strict protection.

Not only but my newborn child, Maxine, Aldrich, Dorothy, and all of my family mbers were under strict protection. This was because our physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people, and we were good choices to hold a god’s descent.

Although the matter of his followers was strictly kept a secret, I had snatched away Azazel’s divinity. He might know how we had been revived in the Rocky Mountains. If he knew, there would be no reason for him to give up on the ready-made, high-quality ‘container’. He would command his claws in the human world to attack us.

However, I had a vague feeling that this might not be that simple because the black cocoon we had not found anything about had gone missing. Was it really dead as it seed?