Zeonen E Aahil 3

In the eastern mountain ranges of the Australian continent, a troop of black-clothed men escorted a group of travel-worn females to a gated facility. Surrounded on all sides by mountains, the large grey steel facility had a solemn military air that made the she-wolves restless.

"Where are we? Is this some sort of a slave camp?"

"Slave camp? Surely not...aren't they the Eastern Emperor's men?"

"What difference does it make if they are? We are she-wolves captured by the Rogue Alpha. As far as any werewolf is concerned, we are spoils of war!"

Agitated murmurs and resentful hisses resounded as the she-wolves nervously took in their surroundings with fearful eyes. By now, their recently rekindled hope of regaining their freedom back had been completely shattered by the gloomy aura exuded off by the men docked in black.

More than lifesavers, they viewed the males as grim reapers that appeared to torture them until they outlived their value.

The troop garbed in black heard and ignored the fe