The old Wolfkin glanced at the remaining elders, women, and children, grief flickering across his eyes.
But in the end, trembling, he accepted the contract, signing it without even reading its contents.
Preserving the bloodline of the Wolfkin was already a tremendous mercy.
As for becoming a servant? Compared to death, it was meaningless.
The other surviving Wolfkin followed suit, signing one by one.
Over three hundred in total, mostly elders, women, and children, along with some young, underage Wolfkin.
Daniel pocketed the contracts, his gaze sweeping across the shivering Wolfkin.
"Go to Polaris City. Live differently, and train the Wolf Cavalry for me."
"I don't care what you feel toward me—anger, hatred—I don't care. But I'll make this clear first!"
"If even one Wolfkin dares to betray me, the entire Wolfkin tribe will pay the price for your impulse!"
Faced with Daniel's icy gaze, the Wolfkin lowered their heads.
