Squad 18’s members breathed heavily, looking at Roran’s squad with gratitude.
"Thank you," their squad leader, Captain Harlan, said while wiping blood from his face. "We were nearly overrun."
Roran nodded. "We had good intel. Let’s regroup and continue the sweep."
"Understood," Captain Harlan replied.
As they moved on, the warriors in Roran’s squad glanced at Vikram with even greater respect. His sharp senses and calm leadership in that critical moment had saved lives.
But their brief moment of relief was short-lived. Soon, another wave of zombies attacked from multiple directions.
This time, Vikram stepped forward without hesitation and began issuing clear, decisive orders.
"Roran, take three men and hold the left flank! Harlan, reinforce the center with your squad! Two of you, watch the rear!"
Roran immediately followed the commands without question, moving his men into position. Captain Harlan, however, looked momentarily confused, wondering why his fellow squad leader was so readily obeying the former Young Master.
Roran noticed his hesitation and shouted, "Follow Vikram’s orders for now! He has the best view of the battlefield!"
Harlan nodded after a brief pause, and both squads united under Vikram’s temporary command.
The battle intensified. A group of nearly twenty zombies charged from the trees. Vikram’s voice cut through the chaos with precision.
"Cover the right!"
A warrior instantly shifted position, blocking a zombie’s lunge with his shield.
"Kill the one in the center!"
Another warrior hacked through the lead zombie’s neck with a powerful swing, severing its head cleanly.
Whenever a zombie tried to flank one of the warriors, Vikram appeared first, intercepting the attack with swift spear thrusts or powerful slashes. His movements were decisive and efficient, buying precious seconds for his comrades.
As the battle continued, Vikram seamlessly switched tactics, making full use of both Roran’s and Harlan’s squads. The other warriors gradually began adjusting their movements to match his commands.
"Push forward, don’t let them surround us!"
"Focus fire on the clustered group!"
The two squads moved as one cohesive unit. Spears thrust in unison, claws tore through undead flesh, and shields formed an unbreakable wall. Vikram remained at the heart of the formation, directing the flow of battle while personally eliminating any zombie that broke through the lines.
Within moments, the battlefield had unconsciously begun revolving around him.
Vikram’s place within the squads was slowly beginning to solidify.
While observing from afar, Elder Rowan felt a quiet sense of pride. He understood that the squad members were not following Vikram because of his former status. They were following him because every decision he made was correct and timely.
Several minutes later, the last zombie collapsed to the ground. Silence finally returned to the forest.
One of the younger warriors spoke first. "...That was incredible."
Another looked at Vikram with open admiration. "I didn’t even realize I was following your orders."
Captain Harlan let out a helpless laugh. "It seems that leading others has become an instinct for you."
Vikram looked at the corpses scattered across the battlefield. He understood what had happened. Even after losing his position as the future Alpha, the years he had spent learning how to command had not disappeared.
The warriors of the Third Hunting Army had begun to see him as their Young Master once again.
---
By the time all of the squads of the Third Hunting Team returned to the Mist Pack, the sun had already begun to set.
Several warriors stationed at the gate looked toward them.
"You’ve returned. Any casualties?"
Roran shook his head. "None. We eliminated every zombie we encountered."
Hearing that, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
However, before they could disperse, one of the younger warriors suddenly spoke up.
"It was all because of Vikram. He noticed the hidden zombies before any of us."
Another warrior nodded. "And during the battle, he kept saving everyone before we even realized we were in danger."
"To be honest..." The warrior scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Without realizing it, we all started following his commands."
The surrounding werewolves looked at Vikram in surprise. They hadn’t expected such open praise from members of Squad 18 and Squad 15.
---
Meanwhile, Vikram already felt the familiar burning desire rising within him. But Kara and Carol had already sensed it. They were waiting for him inside his assigned tent.
The moment he stepped inside, he found both women completely nude and already transformed into their werewolf forms. Seeing them ready and waiting, Vikram didn’t hesitate. He transformed as well and pounced on them with raw hunger.
The night quickly filled with their passionate cries. Kara and Carol screamed one after another as Vikram took them with intense, unrelenting need. They felt him stretching them to their limits, his desire seemingly endless. Thanks to the soundproofing Kara had set up, no one outside could hear their loud moans and screams of pleasure.
Even together, the two women realized they were barely able to keep up with his growing lust.
---
Inside the council hall, the Mist King was quietly reading several reports when Elder Rowan entered and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty."
Marcus looked up. "How did he perform?"
Elder Rowan described every detail of the day’s battles. He also mentioned how both Squad 15 and Squad 18 had automatically started following Vikram’s commands during the fight.
Hearing this, the Mist King asked, "Did he use his former status to force them?"
"No, Your Majesty," Elder Rowan replied. "It was his ability and judgment that earned their trust."
Marcus Denvers remained silent for a moment. Then, for the first time in many years, a genuine smile appeared on his face.
"I always knew he had the talent to command an entire army," he said. "His only weakness was his anger. If he loses control, his commands could lead the whole pack into disaster. But since he has shown restraint... temporarily upgrade his status. Make him the leader of the Fifteenth Squad."
Elder Rowan nodded. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
The Mist King looked out the window toward the distant training grounds.
"Good. And continue monitoring him, especially his anger."
---
In the morning, Vikram slowly opened his eyes and looked at Kara and Carol lying beside him. Both women were clearly exhausted. Even with their powerful werewolf healing abilities, their bodies were covered in numerous scratches and faint bite marks from the previous night’s intense passion.
A pang of guilt hit Vikram as he gently ran his fingers over the marks. "Are you hurt?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
Hearing the genuine care in his tone, both women smiled tiredly.
"No, it’s okay. Don’t worry about that," Kara replied gently.
Carol nodded in agreement. "We can handle it."
But Vikram knew better. He remembered how primal and raw he had been the night before, taking them like a complete animal driven by overwhelming lust. They were hiding their discomfort because they loved him.
"I will try to control myself more," Vikram said, looking at both of them with sincere regret.
"Vikram, I said don’t worry about that," Kara insisted softly, cupping his cheek.
Carol smoothly changed the topic with a small smile. "I heard the squad was following your lead yesterday."
Vikram nodded. "It happened naturally during the fight."
"Good," Kara said warmly. "You’re making progress."
---
At noon, the loud horn once again echoed across the Third Hunting Team’s camp. All twenty squads, including Squad 15 under Captain Roran, gathered in the central clearing.
Elder Rowan stood before them, "First, I want to congratulate the entire Third Hunting Team," he announced. "Yesterday, you successfully cleared five percent of the Mist Forest from zombie threats. Excellent work."
The warriors responded with proud cheers and firm nods.
Elder Rowan continued, "Today’s target is the next five percent. I expect the same dedication, or better."
"We will do it!" the warriors shouted in unison.
"Leave it to the Third Team!"
"We won’t disappoint you, Elder!"
Hearing their strong response, a pleased expression appeared on Elder Rowan’s face.
Then, he called forward Squad 18 and Squad 15.
"From today onward," he declared, "Vikram will serve as the leader of Squad 15. You will follow his every command without question. Captain Roran will support him as second-in-command."
Both squads nodded without hesitation. Roran gave Vikram a respectful look, while Captain Harlan of Squad 18 also accepted the decision.
Vikram stood tall among them, feeling the weight of new responsibility settle on his shoulders.
Elder Rowan’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before he dismissed the assembly.
—
The following day, Vikram’s leadership produced clear results. Under his calm and precise commands, Squad 15 (led by Captain Roran) and Squad 18 (led by Captain Harlan) moved with exceptional coordination. They cleared their assigned zones noticeably faster than the other squads in the Third Hunting Team. Their efficiency stood out during the daily operations.
Elder Rowan, who continued monitoring the teams closely, felt increasingly pleased. After observing Vikram’s performance once again, he made a quiet decision: tomorrow, he would assign the Young Master one more squad to lead.
---
That evening, the moment Vikram stepped into his tent, the burning lust he had been holding back all day surged uncontrollably. Kara and Carol were already waiting for him. They hadn’t even gone to their own teams that day, knowing what he would need.
Despite Vikram’s earlier promise to control himself, the primal urges overwhelmed him once more. He transformed into his silver werewolf form and took both women with raw, animalistic hunger. The night was filled with intense passion as he claimed them again and again. Kara and Carol surrendered completely to his needs, their bodies pressed together under his powerful dominance.
While his claws marks tell them that they are his women.
---
The next morning, Elder Rowan called for the usual daily assembly of the Third Hunting Team.
"Congratulations once again," he announced. "The Third Team has successfully cleared another five percent of the Mist Forest. Excellent work."
The warriors responded with the same enthusiastic energy as before.
Elder Rowan then called forward Squad 16. Their leader, Captain Thorne, stepped up with a respectful but slightly wary expression.
"From today onward," Elder Rowan declared, "Squad 16 will also follow Vikram’s commands. Captain Thorne, you will support him as third-in-command of the combined unit."
Captain Thorne hesitated for a brief moment, clearly surprised by the sudden change, but since the order came directly from Elder Rowan, he bowed his head. "As you command."
---
Meanwhile, back in Vikram’s tent, Kara and Carol were still resting. Their bodies showed clear signs of the previous night’s intensity.
"Sister, what should we do?" Carol asked, leaning against Kara. Although she was slightly stronger and more energetic than her sister, Carol had always trusted Kara’s judgment more.
Even with both of them together, they were beginning to feel overwhelmed. They simply couldn’t keep up with Vikram’s growing lust on their own.
Kara thought for a while, then picked up her communication device and made a call.
The other side answered quickly. "Hello, Kara. How are you? It’s been a while."
"Evelyn, I need you to come to our pack today," Kara said directly.
"Today?" Evelyn sounded surprised. "Why so suddenly? Did something happen?"
"I’ll explain everything when you arrive. Please come to the army area."
"Alright," Evelyn agreed without further questions. From childhood, she and Kara had been close friends, even though Kara was a few years older. Whenever Evelyn visited, they would spend hours playing and talking together.
After ending the call, Carol looked at her sister in amazement. "Sister, you really called Evelyn?"
"Yes," Kara replied calmly. "Since she is also Vikram’s wife, she should help us bear his needs together."
"You are wonderful, sister," Carol said with genuine admiration.
Then another idea struck her. "Why don’t we also call Liora and bring her here?"
Kara immediately shook her head. "No. Liora is still a troublemaker. Until the three of us can properly handle him, we will not call her."
Carol nodded in understanding. "Okay."
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