Chapter 32
The Werewolf Realm
Levi's POV
Today was the big day.
From the moment I opened my eyes, my mind had been running through a thousand tasks at once—preparations, accommodations, messages, security, food, warriors, boundaries, and the arrival of three entire races. The elves had finally replied to the message I sent, and if things went according to their letter, the situation in the werewolf realm was about to turn chaotic in a matter of hours.
I stood in the center of the pack house courtyard, scanning the busy movements around me. Warriors shifted heavy equipment. Omegas hurried back and forth with linens and crates of supplies. Newly hired maids scrubbed windows and swept walkways. Every corner of the pack was alive with activity.
And I was the one who had to make sure none of it collapsed.
Micha wasn't here yet. He texted earlier saying he would be late—Kira's pregnancy was in her early stage , and he needed to stay by her side. I didn't blame him. If my mate were pregnant, I wouldn't leave her either.
Luckily, Zaki was here with me, and honestly, he was the reason I hadn't completely lost my mind yet. He handled half the tasks I couldn't even look at.
"We still have twenty empty houses on the west side," Zaki reported, jogging up to me. "We finished cleaning them, but we'll need more beds."
"I already ordered extra," I said. "Check with the omegas—they should have them delivered already."
He nodded and sprinted away.
Good. One task down.
A hundred more to go.
I had already sent messages to the remaining eleven Alphas in our realm, informing them of the coming meeting. They should all be arriving by evening. Hopefully, by then, I would have all accommodation plans finalized.
Or at least… not burning to the ground.
I walked through the pack lands, checking everything one last time. We cleared out unused houses, scrubbed every room, replaced furniture, and prepared open spaces for tents if needed. We even hired more kitchen staff because—goddess knows—who was going to cook for three different races?
Food was the part I was most confused about.
I didn't know what elves ate.
I didn't know what vampire ate.
I definitely didn't know what witches ate.
I only knew vampires drank blood, and that alone terrified me. I just prayed they wouldn't start hunting innocent people here. Our pack was strong, but starting a war on our own territory was the last thing I needed.
By mid-afternoon, I was exhausted. My legs hurt. My head hurt. Even my wolf was tired from constantly being alert.
But I wasn't done yet.
We managed to prepare accommodations for around five thousand people. Yes, it was small—but it was a start. And considering how quickly everything happened, it was honestly a miracle.
Not long after, luxurious cars began rolling into the pack grounds. One after another. Sleek black vehicles, tinted windows, symbols of power and prestige. The Alphas stepped out dressed formally—suits, pressed shirts, coats with their pack crests embroidered on the sleeves. Their expressions told me everything:
They were ready.
Worried.
And desperate for answers.
Within twenty minutes, all twelve Alphas in the werewolf realm were seated in the meeting hall, waiting to hear from me.
I stood at the front of the room, cleared my throat, and got straight to the point. There was no need for long speeches.
"I won't waste your time," I began. "The Elven Realm has responded to the message I sent."
Murmurs filled the hall instantly. Chairs shifted. Eyes sharpened. Everyone leaned forward.
"They've sent word that they'll be arriving tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? That's really fast," Alpha Rowan of the Nightclaw Pack said, brows furrowing.
"Yes," I replied. "They didn't waste time. And honestly, we should be grateful. Considering the enemy we're facing, their quick action is a blessing."
Alpha Vernon of the Silver Crest Pack nodded.
"We are grateful," he said, "but we didn't expect them to come this soon."
I continued, "Roosevelt is a dangerous enemy—one who cannot be underestimated. In their letter, the elves explained that the only reason they didn't come immediately was because they needed time to gather their warriors and give us time to prepare accommodations."
The Alphas nodded in understanding.
"Now," I said, taking a deep breath, "in my pack, I've made arrangements for about five thousand people. But that will not be enough. Because…"
I paused.
The shock value deserved a second.
"…three races will be coming."
The reaction was instant.
Alpha Vernon's eyes widened. "Three races?! What do you mean three? Are you saying—"
"Different people from all three realms?" Alpha Rowan finished.
"That's exactly what I mean," I said. "According to the letter, representatives from three races are joining us. I don't know which races specifically, but based on the situation, it could be all of them."
A heavy silence followed.
Then Alpha Vernon sighed deeply.
"That means accommodations for five thousand people won't even scratch the surface."
"Exactly," I said. "Which is why every Alpha here must return to their pack and prepare at least five thousand to six thousand additional spaces. Tents, empty houses, open ground halls—whatever you have. We need the space."
They exchanged looks, then nodded firmly.
"Having three races on our side," I continued, "will drastically increase our chances of winning against Roosevelt. Think of it as reinforcement from other worlds. If they're willing to send their best, then we cannot afford to slack."
The Alphas murmured in agreement.
"When you return to your packs," I said, "start preparations immediately. They will be arriving tomorrow."
A chorus of confirmations followed.
Before dismissing them, I asked, "Has any pack been attacked recently?"
"No," several Alphas answered. Not a single report of attacks.
Good. But not comforting.
Roosevelt was a cunning bastard. History proved that much. If he was silent… it meant he was planning something.
We ended the meeting with final warnings and strategies. After more discussions, the Alphas left one by one, each of them already stressed about the massive preparations ahead.
I watched them go, rubbing my temple.
If today was exhausting…
Tomorrow would be war-level chaos.
And for the first time, the entire werewolf realm was not preparing for a pack issue.
We were preparing for something larger than our world.
And I had the unsettling feeling that this was only the beginning.