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Beta Adar had bad news to report to the alpha king.

"King Bowen, Morvath has a lair deep in the forest of the human territory just west of Northern Lucille.

Our scouts say he has been kidnapping werewolf pups from various packs.

He threatens to kill one werewolf pup every day until his grandchildren were released to him unharmed.

" Beta Adar laid the situation on hand.

Bowen was pleased that Morvath has finally engaged. He was not surprised anymore that he is pawning pups for his aim. It has always been how he operates, using other people as front liners for his personal battle.

"Call upon Isolde and tell her to prepare the weapon." Bowen instructed his uncle.

Bowen has mobilized the security team for the entire royal pack especially the palace. When his loved ones were hidden in a secret hiding place, he set out to rescue the pups and finally put an end to Morvath's evil.

The confrontation will take place during a blood moon, when the magic of the full moon is at its peak. By nighfall, Bowen infiltrated the lair where Morvath kept the children locked away, but he's not alone. Morvath has summoned a horde of possessed rogues to defend his lair.

"Hand over my grandchildren!" Morvath demanded. His hands are burnt and he looked exhausted. Bowen noticed.

"They do not ever know you. You did not take responsibility over them when they became orphans." Bowen accused.

"Stop meddling with my family affairs! They were right were they're supposed to be, in the hands of powerful witches who could train them in using pain and hate as a means to release and harness magic. They will be the ones to kill your heir!" Morvath scolded.

Bowen could no longer allow Morvath to spill filthy words in his presence. He attacked!

The two supernatural forces—Morvath and Bowen—clashed in a battle of will and power.

Morvath used his wizardry to trap Bowen in illusions, summoned blasts of energy, and twisted the very environment of the forest against him.

However, Isolde was there to aid Bowen. She called upon her power and suppressed Morvath's magic.

Bowen and his warriors tapped into their primal, unrelenting power of their werewolf form, unleashing savage strength and resilience that even magically enhanced rogues could not contend.

Bowen gave Isolde the signal. Isolde released Katrin and Petur. They ran towards Morvath.

"Grandfather! Grandfather, help us!" The kids screamed for help.

This made Morvath stop on his tracks and focus on the children seeking his protection. The children were close when Bowen attacked Petur by his side and his wolf mangled the boy's body!

"No!" Morvath screamed in horror!

Bowen growled as blood dripped from his fangs. His mighty wolf then locked in on a shaking Katrin. Soon Katrin was swimming in her own blood as Bowen easily decapitated her with his claws.

Morvath was in utter shock. His body is shaking and tears kept coming. Not long, his legs gave in and he slumped on the ground.

Bowen changed into human form and sneered at the enemy.

"Now you know how it feels when someone takes your loved ones from you! This time, you are the one witnessing the horror and violence of what hate can do!" Bowen boomed.

Morvath was drained and demoralized. He crawled to hold Katrin's body. When he touched her body it turned to violet smoke. So does Petur's remains.

"What's the meaning of this?" Morvath is stumped.

Isolde gave him a piercing gaze, "a doze of your own medicine. Magic is a dangerous weapon in the hands of a cunning witch, don't you agree?"

When Morvath realized that it was all fake and illusion, it was too late! Bowen already shifted back to his wolf form. Bowen, with one swift, lethal swipe of his claws, tore into Morvath's torso, the sharp talons rending flesh before it moved in for the final strike!

Morvath's head rolled on the puddle of his own blood.

The forest stood in eerie silence, its stillness broken only by the faint rustle of leaves dancing with the breeze. That soft, whispering sound was the only proof that the world around them was still there.

"It's done. Now, we try our best to live in peace." Isolde held Bowen by his upper shoulder and bowed.

All the pups were unharmed when they searched the lair. They were rescued and on their way back to their respective packs.

"My king, what of the body?" The general asked and was pertaining to Morvath's remains.

"Burn it completely and let the wind have its way with its ashes." Bowen ordered.

Bowen strictly instructed everyone involved in the operation to not disclose of what had transpired in the forest that night.

He wants Morvath's death to be a mere rumor, unfounded speculations, and here say.

He does not want to evoke sympathy from other witches who share his hate for werewolves.

No one will mourn nor rejoice his passing.

Morvath wanted and has been effective being unseen, then so be it.

"He will remain Morvath, The Unseen for all time." Bowen sentenced.