In the shadow of ruin, remnants of the once-powerful **Avaros Clan** gathered in a hidden cavern beneath the forested outskirts of Ravenspire. The air within the chamber was heavy with rage and despair. The once-majestic werewolf clan, known for its strength, cunning, and centuries-old influence, was now reduced to fragmented survivors.
The flickering flames of torches cast elongated shadows over the faces of the surviving leaders. Their expressions were grim, their eyes glowing faintly with the feral intensity of their kind. They spoke in low, growling tones, their voices carrying the weight of vengeance.
"We underestimated him," snarled **Erik**, one of the remaining elders. His clawed hand clenched a stone table, cracking its edge. "A mere level 14... A *child*! And yet, he destroyed everything."
The gathered wolves growled in agreement.
"It was not just strength," said **Marla**, a sharp-eyed strategist, her voice steady but laced with venom. "He manipulated us. Turned our allies, dismantled our businesses, and left us scrambling like prey. He struck at our foundations, not our throats."
"That doesn't matter now," Erik spat. "We thought we could control him, but instead, he burned our legacy to the ground. For that, Noah Alaric must die."
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Marla leaned forward, her piercing gaze sweeping across the room. "But how? He hides behind the walls of the **Hunter Academy**, surrounded by powerful professors. We cannot simply storm in and take his head."
Another elder, **Jonas**, growled low in his throat. "Then we draw him out."
"Foolish," Marla snapped. "You think he will fall for a trap after what he did to us? He's a schemer, more cunning than anyone we've faced. If we attack him directly, we'll end up like the rest of our kin—*dead*."
Jonas bared his teeth but said nothing.
"No," Marla continued, her voice calm but cutting. "We use what we know. His power is an anomaly. His rapid rise—Level 1 to Level 15 in mere months—is unheard of. The academy doesn't know his true capabilities, nor do they know his origins. But we do."
The room fell silent.
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Erik tilted his head, his glowing eyes narrowing. "You're suggesting we expose him?"
"Exactly," Marla said with a sharp grin. "Let the academy see him for what he truly is. His meteoric rise will sow suspicion. Professors will wonder how he climbed so quickly, how a supposed fledgling hunter dismantled the Avaros Clan. They'll question his integrity, his methods, even his humanity. He'll be forced to defend himself on all fronts, and in the chaos, he'll falter."
"And if he doesn't?" Jonas asked, his skepticism evident.
"Then his life becomes a living hell," Marla replied. "The academy will scrutinize his every move, and eventually, someone stronger will eliminate him for us. Either way, we win."
Erik growled in agreement. "But who do we inform? The wrong person might warn him."
Marla's grin widened. "We don't approach just anyone. We target **Professor Darius**."
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The name hung in the air, and even Jonas gave a slow nod.
Darius was one of the academy's most formidable figures—a veteran hunter with a strict adherence to rules and an unyielding sense of justice. His reputation for rooting out corruption and treachery was unmatched. If anyone would take action against Noah, it would be Darius.
"He won't take kindly to us," Erik muttered. "Avaros or not, we're werewolves. He'll suspect a trap."
"Which is why we tell him everything," Marla replied. "We lay bare Noah's capabilities: his rapid level progression, his destruction of our clan, and his bloodline. He'll see the threat Noah poses and act accordingly. All we have to do is guide him in the right direction."
"And what if he doesn't believe us?" Jonas asked.
Marla's grin turned savage. "Then we give him proof."
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The next evening, under the cover of darkness, Marla and Erik traveled to the outskirts of the Hunter Academy, careful to avoid detection. They had prepared extensively, bringing with them forged documents and relics stolen from the wreckage of their former holdings—evidence that tied Noah to their downfall.
Their meeting with Darius was arranged through back channels, ensuring they would speak in private. The professor greeted them in a secluded clearing near the academy's border, his presence exuding authority and suspicion.
"State your purpose," Darius demanded, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with mana. His hand rested on the hilt of his weapon, a clear warning.
"We come with information," Marla began, her tone measured. "Information about a dangerous individual within your academy—Noah Alaric."
Darius' gaze sharpened. "I'm listening."
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For the next hour, Marla and Erik detailed Noah's actions. They spoke of his rapid level advancement, his cunning manipulation, and his orchestration of the Avaros Clan's collapse. They painted him as a shadowy figure whose rise defied natural limits, whose true power was hidden behind a mask of modesty.
"He's not what he seems," Marla concluded. "He hides behind a skill—**Concealment**—masking his true level and power. He claims to be Level 8 now, but we know the truth. He's already Level 15."
Darius remained silent, his expression unreadable.
"And his bloodline," Erik added, his voice low. "It's not human. He carries the traits of something... ancient. Something dangerous."
Marla placed the forged documents on the table between them, alongside trinkets that bore the remnants of Noah's mana signature. "We have proof. Examine these, and you'll see the truth for yourself."
Darius studied the evidence, his sharp eyes flicking between the items and the wolves. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but cold.
"If what you say is true, then Noah Alaric has deceived us all. But understand this—if I find any falsehood in your claims, you will suffer the consequences."
Marla inclined her head. "We expected nothing less."
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As Darius walked away, the wolves exchanged a glance.
"It's done," Erik said, his voice heavy with grim satisfaction.
"Not yet," Marla replied. "This is only the beginning. If Darius moves against Noah, the real game begins. Either Noah falls, or he survives and exposes himself in the process. Either way, the academy will never trust him again."
The two wolves vanished into the night, their vengeance set into motion.
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Unaware of the storm brewing against him, Noah continued his life at the academy, focusing on his quiet rise and carefully maintaining his façade. But in the shadows, powerful forces were aligning to tear him down.
And for the first time in months, Noah might find himself at a disadvantage—facing a threat he hadn't anticipated.