If Vivian was right, Lily really wouldn't be in any danger—though, of course, her personal freedom was not exactly guaranteed.
Werewolves were actually a race that preferred solitude. Most of them left their packs after reaching adulthood, which had caused them to become one of the fastest-declining and most scattered supernatural races after the Mythical Era on this planet ended. The Eben family, however, was an exception among werewolves. They were a group of werewolves with a strong sense of family, and even after the Mythical Era ended, when the Human Church and Demon Hunters had held the upper hand for a long time, they had maintained close ties within their pack. To this day, they were one of the few great werewolf families still in existence.
No one knew how the Eben family's upper ranks were organized. Vivian's knowledge of them was limited to their external activities. The group had always worked to reunite family members who had been repeatedly scattered. Their original base had been in Europe and Latin America, and they had not left that region until a century ago.
"They're a strange bunch, with just a little more brainpower than ordinary werewolves—but only a little," Vivian casually remarked while introducing the Eben family. "They know that unity is strength, but they're stupid enough to think they can rebuild the Mythical Era with the little strength they have. Tsk, tsk. Fenrir was eventually stewed by the Demon Hunters, and they still didn't know when to back off."
"What will happen to Lily now that they've taken her away?" That was Hao Ren's greatest concern at the moment.
"Forcibly recruiting her, of course." Vivian curled her lips. "That's just how werewolves are. They've never been subtle, and they're used to using force even with their own kind. The