Her question brought everyone else back to their senses, and they immediately stepped aside to clear a path. Zion gave a short nod in response.
"Then let me help you secure the Princess on your back. You’re shifting into your wolf form to carry her, right?" Mary offered, already reaching out to take Addison with care.
Seeing her genuine concern, Zion gently transferred Addison into Mary’s arms before walking toward the tall trees nearby. Once out of sight, he stripped off his clothes and shifted into his massive wolf form.
When Zion came out, he saw that Mary had already gathered several blankets from the others. Realizing what she intended to do, he silently gave his approval and crouched down so she could secure Addison onto his back.
Mary carefully lifted Addison, still unconscious, and laid her face down against Zion’s broad back, adjusting her into the most comfortable position she could manage. Then she covered Addison with a thick blanket so she wouldn’t feel the ropes pressing against her too tightly once she was secured.
Working quickly but carefully, Mary tied a series of tight, sturdy knots, ensuring that no matter how fast or sharply Zion moved, Addison wouldn’t fall off. To make absolutely sure it was foolproof, she wrapped one last rope around Addison’s cocoon-like form, looping it around Zion’s muzzle like a horse’s bit, effectively creating a makeshift bridle.
Zion’s golden eyes flicked toward her, cold and sharp even in his wolf form. The look alone made Mary’s breath hitch, and she quickly raised her hands defensively.
"Alpha Zion, please don’t think I’m trying to humiliate you," she explained timidly. "It’s just... this is the only way I can be sure the princess won’t slip off. Without it, even if she doesn’t fall, her body might tilt to one side, and that could affect your balance while you run."
"And if that happens, no one will be able to fix her position mid-sprint. So... this is the safest option I could think of."
Mary instinctively drew her neck back, shrinking under the weight of Zion’s oppressive aura. Though she, too, carried Alpha blood and would one day claim that title, there was a vast difference between a born Alpha who had yet to prove themselves and one who had earned it through bloodshed and dominance.
Zion’s presence carried the weight of countless battles, which was cold, suffocating, and commanding. It pressed down on her until her instincts screamed submission.
But when Zion realized her actions came from genuine concern, his sharp gaze softened. Without another word, he turned away and bit down on the rope she had tied around his mouth like a muzzle. At Mary’s signal, he launched forward in a powerful sprint, disappearing into the distance without a backward glance.
Mary stood there for a moment, watching his fading silhouette, a worried sigh escaping her lips. Then she straightened, clapped her hands sharply, and barked in command, "Alright, everyone, back to work!"
The reason Zion chose to return alone with Addison without bringing any guards was simple: traveling solo meant nothing would slow him down. He could sprint at his full speed without worrying about anyone keeping up.
More importantly, the temporary shelter needed every available hand to ensure its defense. They had to guard against wild beasts, monsters, and even hidden enemies lurking in the shadows.
After all, most of the Golden Hue Pack’s food supplies had already been transferred there, making it a critical target. Leaving all the manpower behind to protect it was the wisest choice Zion could make.
Mary understood this perfectly, which was why she didn’t offer to send any bodyguards to accompany Zion and Addison, no matter how worried she was. Once Zion left, she would be the one next in command, and the safety of everyone in the temporary shelter would rest solely on her shoulders until their return.


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