Asher's POV
Since Mira came back, I had been purposely waiting and doing nothing for some time; my warriors were strong, so I didn't need to drill them for the impending battle.
No, don't misunderstand. I did drill them, but it wasn't like the way Ryker might be drilling his people. My greatest weapon now was my sparkling golden-eyed wolves, strength equivalent to that of an alpha.
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The man behind the golden-eyed wolves was my late father. Before he died, he had wanted to make something extraordinary; I remember when I was little, my father would tell me that he needed a challenge and that the beta wolves in the pack were not strong enough to challenge him.
He would even say the wolves he had battled with weren't strong enough, so he went ahead to do his research; he had even employed the expertise of a scholar who knew about herbs and stuff so he could create something, a potion like I like to call it.
