And now, they had.
Their arrival couldn't have been more timely.
Just moments ago, the elders had questioned the kingdom's military strength, arguing that turning warriors into farmers would leave the werewolves vulnerable. Yet with the Tigren Clan now swearing their allegiance to her, that concern had become laughably insignificant.
Even if every werewolf devoted themselves to rebuilding the land, who would dare invade when the Tigren Clan stood watch over the territory?
With Leon, the incarnation of the God of War and King of All Tigrens, leading the defense alongside her Alpha mates, who on the continent could possibly contend with such overwhelming might?
The answer was simple.
No one.
The realization struck the outspoken elder like a merciless slap across the face.
