Ryker's POV
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Everything was slowly falling into place for him.
The South American Alpha King and his Luna Queen were dead, causing a wave of anarchy in that continent. The world was now further divided — with most werewolves weary of witches and humans.
It's not his fault that they got shown the truth…
Witches and humans were pests.
Ryker sat in his dark throne room, sipping from a goblet while plotting his next move. The world was his chessboard, and as far as he was concerned, he was the biggest player in the game.
Kaelos and his group weren't able to decipher how he was able to use magic to hijack the world towers of the "World Alliance Television Network".
It was quite simple actually... He had powerful artificial Hybrid soldiers among his rogues who attacked the towers in North America.
These artificial hybrids were able to take control of the other towers in other continents around the world through a connected wide-range spell.
