The Lenver family's luxurious carriage rolled to a stop just outside the gates of White Wolf City.
Four guards stepped forward without hesitation. Clad in simple white clothes and unarmed, they raised their bare hands to halt the carriage, forming an unmoving wall of flesh and discipline before the massive gates.
A heavy silence spread through the gathered crowd. People turned to watch, whispers dying mid-sentence as they waited for what would happen next.
Then… the door of the carriage creaked open.
A pale hand emerged...delicate, graceful, and poised. It was almost too perfect, glowing faintly under the sunlight as it contrasted beautifully against the black wood of the carriage. A moment later, a woman stepped out.
And the crowd forgot how to breathe.
She was tall and elegant, with flowing golden-blonde hair that shimmered like silk and draped over her shoulders like sunlight itself. Her curves were impossibly defined...especially her massive, bouncing breasts that strained against her tight, intricately decorated dress with every subtle movement.
She wore a daring one-piece gown.....black and white fabric hugging her body like it had been sewn directly onto her skin. A frayed rope belt was cinched tight around her waist, highlighting her hourglass figure. Her heels clicked as she walked forward with elegant confidence, the wind teasing her lace-trimmed sleeves and parting the deep neckline that revealed glimmering jewels and a scandalous amount of cleavage.
A delicate silver circlet rested atop her head, woven seamlessly into her flowing locks, giving her the look of a royal emissary… or perhaps a seductress blessed by the gods.
Every sway of her hips, every bounce of her step, drew eyes like a magnet. She didn't just walk.....she glided. And the air around her seemed to bend and shimmer with raw, intoxicating presence.
But her eyes held no playfulness. They were sharp. Cold. Dangerous.
She stepped calmly to the edge of the crowd gathered outside the sealed city. Her gaze swept across the sea of desperate faces, merchants with anxious eyes, commoners looking for answers, travelers exhausted from days of waiting, and even opportunists and thieves hoping to sneak inside.
Then her gaze locked on a specific figure.
A beggar. Old, quiet, forgotten.
He sat cross-legged near the edge of the dirt path, his face obscured by a worn hood. Yet, somehow, their eyes met.
He raised one hand—not in greeting, but with a specific gesture. Subtle. Intentional. A private signal meant only for her.
Her lips barely moved. Her eyes narrowed.
It has begun.
A few days earlier…
A battered, bloodied boy from the Greenwold family had stumbled to the gates of White Wolf City. He collapsed on the spot, unconscious, clothes soaked in blood. The guards found him barely breathing and carried him inside.
Because the Greenwold and Lenver families had close ties, Master Alistair Lenver himself being married to a woman from the Greenwood family...the boy was taken directly to the family manor and placed in the care of the main household.
When he awoke, fear blazed in his eyes.
He wasted no time.
He told them everything.
About the monsters that now ruled Greenwold city in human beings wearing the skin of men, twisted forms that looked like grotesque hybrids of wolves and humans. And at the center of it all…
A name.
Gray Soliski.
A foreign name, strange on their tongues. Very tangy for some reason.
Some suspected an outsider's infiltration...a foreign nation testing a new kind of attack. Could this Gray be the face of a silent war, one waged not with soldiers but with monsters?
It would explain the destruction.
Within a single day of his arrival, the entire underground of the city had collapsed. Eleven gang leaders.....each of them powerful, protected, and feared....had been slaughtered. One was found dead in the morning. The others? Vanished after confronting Gray in a warehouse that same night.
No bodies were ever recovered.
Only silence. As if they'd been erased.
"They didn't even get a chance to fight," the boy had whispered to the Lenvers. "It was like the wind swept through… and they were gone."
The Greenwood family had considered retaliation. They planned to send elite forces to reclaim the city and reassert dominance.
But they never got the chance.
Before they could act, a new force emerged...stronger, smarter, and terrifying. This new gang.....or perhaps army....didn't just seize control.
They transformed people.
Ordinary men and women...some of them elderly.....suddenly gained immense strength. Some leapt ten levels in a matter of hours. The transformation was rapid and unnatural, as though touched by divine or demonic power.
And behind this miracle… was Gray.
It was as if he could grant power.
They tried to strike again. They sent forces to the city to make an example....to kill, dominate, and reclaim their place.
Instead, the monsters came to them.
They assaulted the Greenwood mansion directly, in broad daylight. No warning. No mercy. The boy's father, a level 50 powerhouse, was killed instantly...torn apart like a sheep before wolves.
The attackers were not disorganized brutes. They were an army.
And they came in three terrifying forms:
White-uniformed soldiers.
The most numerous....thousands strong. Their eyes glowed with a faint, dull gray. They looked almost human… until they transformed. Then they became relentless, mindless killing machines. Savage. Rabid. Obedient only to the hierarchy.
"They tore through the mansion like it was made of paper," the boy said. "Claws ripping flesh, jaws snapping bones. Not one scream was spared."
Blue-uniformed commanders.
Fewer in number. Far more dangerous.
Their glowing blue eyes marked them as leaders. Each of them held terrifying strength—Level 30 to 40, easily. One alone could demolish an entire squad of trained guards. They didn't just fight—they strategized.
And then… there was Gray.
The Big Boss.
The boy hadn't seen much of him. But what he had seen was enough.
"His eyes… red and gold," he said quietly. "Sometimes like the sun. Sometimes like a devil's fire. I don't know his level. Maybe above 50. Maybe higher than that."
They didn't fear him like a man. They worshipped him.
He wasn't a king. He was something else.
A god… of monsters. or some kind of Drug.
The Lenver family listened to every word.
And now, they knew what kind of force had taken Greenwold City.
Not a man. Not a tyrant. But a creature from another world entirely. Something beyond understanding. Something that should not exist.
They had already sent a letter to the King. His reply had been brief:
"I am handling matters of greater importance. Once done, I will deal with Greenwold city. For now, send someone on my behalf. Speak to this Gray… or eliminate him."
And so… the emissary had come.
The stunning woman standing at the gate was not just a noble.
She was the King's representative. Her orders were clear: negotiate with Gray Soliski, gain control if possible… and if he refused?
Kill him.
Her mind returned to the present.
Just as she stepped forward, one of the guards tilted his head back, and howled.
The sound was sharp, sudden, and powerful. The entire crowd froze, stunned by the sheer pressure of that cry. It wasn't a warning.
It was a signal.
The woman frowned. She felt it too, something weird about this. Something wrong. Even she… flinched slightly. A strange unease prickled at the back of her neck.
Only the beggar remained still.
A moment later, one of the guards stepped forward and spoke.
"You may Come close to the gate make trouble with us, Lady… but be warned. This gate will not open until the Boss commands it."
His voice was calm but firm. "If you try to force your way in.... then only death awaits you lady"
His eyes narrowed. "Even if we die… we won't let you pass."
This wasn't bravado.
It was faith.
Faith in Gray.
The howl had served two purposes: it stunned the crowd… and alerted the higher ranks. A commander would arrive soon.
And the guards? They showed no fear.
Even in the face of a powerful emissary like her… they stood firm.
Unshaken.
Just like Werewolf
With no fear.