Chapter 85 Conclusion
They passed a law forbidding she-wolves from joining the battlefield so easily. The risk was too great—not just for the individuals involved, but for the future of their kind. It would also be hard if fated mates were to meet on opposite sides of a war. A wolf switching sides after recognizing their fated mate could turn the tide of battle, leading to further chaos.
Now, without she-wolves to protect them, male wolves had to defend their own weaknesses. And that meant, in every fight, their throats were vulnerable—ripe for the kill if they let their guard down for even a second.
Right now, Zion was itching for the kill. His irritation spiked with every passing second as he watched the brown wolf—it was clearly stalling, deliberately dragging out time, and Zion could feel his patience wearing thin.
’Shit!’ Zion cursed, snapping to full alert as he quickly scanned the battlefield. All his warriors were fully engaged in combat. No side appeared to be gaining the upper hand—they were evenly matched, clashing with equal ferocity. But something about the enemy’s movements felt off, like they were simply biding their time.
Without wasting another second, Zion unleashed a powerful roar through the pack-wide mindlink: "Everyone, protect Claire at all costs!"
His sudden command jolted the entire pack. For a moment, his warriors faltered—not because of fear, but out of surprise. Was their Alpha really panicking over his fated mate? That was the impression many got, but the truth was far more complicated.
Even now, the misunderstanding with the rest of the pack hadn’t been cleared. Claire was still in hiding—within Zion’s territory—and they were deliberately letting the world believe she was his fated mate. It was a calculated move. By spreading that belief, Claire had a reason to remain safely under his protection without raising suspicion.
Because if the truth ever came out—that Zion had brought back the missing princess—Claire would become a prime target. Countless factions would do whatever it took to reach her, to use her. And since he was the one who found and brought her home, her safety had become his responsibility.
The royal family already held him accountable for what had happened to Claire and her unborn child. If anything else happened—if Claire died—Zion had no idea how he’d answer for it. The pressure was suffocating, and one more misstep could cost him everything.