Chapter 197 The Real Schemer
She paused, casting a glance at Addison’s resting form before continuing.
"In the beginning, the Chieftain’s attention to you was merely a little interest. You’ve seen it for yourself, women hold little status in our tribe. They can’t be warriors, only breeders. It’s not just our tribe, either. Among many shifters, that’s simply the way it has always been.
"But perhaps your kind, the werewolves, have begun to change. Ever since your Princess was born and proved her strength and brilliance even as a child, things have shifted. Still, not all tribes have followed that path."
The Priestess drew in a breath, her voice firming slightly.
"But that’s not the reason I’m telling you all this."
"The truth is... just like the werewolves, our tribe has been targeted by unknown enemies. And it’s not just random attacks, they’re after our Chieftain."
Her voice grew heavy with emotion.
"He’s an Albino Tigren, the prophesied incarnation of the God of War, the very deity we revere. Albino Tigrens are only born once every hundred years. He’s a miracle... a wonder. And because of that, many want a piece of him. Some are obsessed, fascinated by his existence. But others... others fear him."
She paused, her golden eyes dimming.
"They fear his strength, his bloodline. So they aim to destroy it. Countless warriors have already fallen. Many of our women were targeted and killed. We’ve been on the run, unable to find a safe place to settle. If our Chieftain dies without producing an heir, our enemies, whoever they are, will ensure our bloodline ends forever. They’ll wipe us out."