Chapter 1620: Joining A New Pack
The three had expected as much. The mont the quest marker changed, they realized that the true objective had never been simply to “et two individuals.” The real purpose was to reach both of the Packs, Steve’s and Jack’s, and once they had done that, the system considered the objective fulfilled.
Part of them believed that after this, sothing else would happen. Maybe the scenario would shift, showing them what took place after the two Packs made contact. Perhaps they would be given a chance to witness the events that led to the conflict between the leaders. Maybe they would finally see, directly, what caused Jack to change.
Instead, the quest imdiately jumped forward and forced them to choose a side.
Gary stared at the quest window, his jaw tightening.
I don’t like this, he thought. This is exactly what happened between and Lupus. Everything we’ve learned… there’s a good chance Unzoku interfered here, just like he did with us. So what does it an if the quest wants us to pick a side? Are we stepping onto the sa path that ruined them?
The thought scratched at the back of his skull, refusing to settle. And he could tell from the looks on Kai and Lupus’s faces that they were thinking sothing similar.
For now, they followed Galdark through the Red Wing base. Seeing it with their own eyes was strange. They knew most of it already, from stories, from their own ti, but walking through it while it was still alive and thriving made the experience feel surreal.
There was an open courtyard in the center, large enough for several groups to train at once. Built underneath the curving buildings were small shops, all run by Werewolves.
So shopkeepers remained in their humanoid forms, sleeves rolled up as they hamred tal or sold goods. Others were partially transford, ears pointed, patches of fur on their arms, claws tapping against countertop wood. A few stood fully transford, massive wolf-like humanoids leaning against posts, calmly talking as if nothing about their form was unusual.
Across the courtyard, children ran and laughed. Two chased each other on all fours, claws scraping stone as they slid around corners. Others sat together eating at skewers that had clearly just co from one of the nearby vendors.
Even though they couldn’t see everything, their hearing and sll caught everything else, the scent of starch, sweat, cooked at, and the rhythmic clang, hiss, clang of blacksmiths hamring tal deep in the back region of the base.
Galdark continued leading them until they reached another section. They never went into the upper floors of the main building, never even approached Jack’s office. Instead, Galdark took them through a lower hallway and out the far side, where a much smaller training area waited.
Compared to the Knight academy grounds or Steve’s open combat arena, this space looked compact, bare stone flooring, weapon racks along the wall, and only a handful of benches surrounding the periter. For a hidden Pack inside a city, however, it was impressive.
There were more Werewolves here than in Steve’s camp, quite a lot more. Dozens visible in this section alone. However, once they ntally filtered out the elderly, the injured, and the children, the number of actual combat-ready fighters seed nearly equal between the two Packs.
Galdark finally turned to them.
“Alright. These guys will make you feel welco for now. I’m going to speak to Jack first. If he’s okay with everything, he’ll co and give you an introduction. After that, things should be fine.”
He placed a solid hand on Gary’s shoulder before walking off. Hopefully, things really would work out.
The mont Galdark stepped away, the trio realized sothing else, sothing very familiar. Sothing they had felt the last ti they had joined one of the Werewolf packs.
They were being stared at, however unlike with Steve camp where there was a mixture of stares all of them here were staring differently. Not with malice. With curiosity. Excitent. Challenge.
“Hey, do you three know how to fight?”
“Yeah, how strong are you?”
“Want to spar? Maybe we can teach you sothing!”
“The new guys usually don’t like to fight, so you don’t have to fight, you can just watch if you want.”
Kai’s head slowly tilted back toward the sky.
“Why does this always happen…?”
Still, he stepped forward, cracked his knuckles, and let out a sigh.
“Fine. Co on. Let’s show them what we can do.”
anwhile, Galdark headed into the main building.
Although the outer structure curved around the courtyard, the central tower was built upward, several floors higher than the rest. From its top, one could probably see the entire Pack territory, watching over everything like a silent guardian.
Galdark climbed the stone steps and knocked twice.
Inside, Jack was waiting. When he walked in, he looked at the usual books, and everything else in the room looked untouched, and it looked like it had been that way for a while. Before Galdark could even say anything, Jack was the first one to speak.
“What’s the matter? Did you et soone?” Jack asked imdiately.
He was already seated at his desk, elbows leaning on the table, fingers interlocked. He spoke without pause, without surprise, as if he already knew sothing had happened.
Galdark raised an eyebrow.
“Did you even leave the office today?”
“I haven’t yet,” Jack replied. “I will greet the people as usual soon. I’ve just been thinking… a lot.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“But answer . Did you et soone? There is a scent on you, and it isn’t one of ours.”
Galdark stiffened. Even his breathing changed.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I have sothing I need to talk to you about. It’s these three Werewolves.”
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