The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 642

~Leo~

I looked at my dad with hope in my eyes. If he knew something that could help, it would really be appreciated.

The only reason we hadn't actively searched for these bastards was that we were afraid it would mean suicide.

My father smiled and leaned forward. He always did that when he felt he knew something important you did not know. It reminded me of my childhood, and I was drifting down memory lane.

He took a sip of his water, and my mother, impatient, nudged him immediately.

"Just say it already," she said, and I laughed because they hadn't changed at all.

"Well, when it comes to fighting wolves, we are so lazy and want an immediate and easy result that makes us always think silver dust, silver bullet, silver arrows, but these are weapons that can't bring a Stepanov down.

You will need an army, but you might not get as much as you need. I know a few people, including Erik, that might help with the right incentives. Still, Stepanovs would not side with a Volkov against their own until the wrong committed is corrected.

So even though you will need a Stepanov army, have an ace up your sleeves. Do something that is forgotten. Something that no one expects someone of your generation to do in a battle. Replace your choice of weapon with darts. You would not need your wolf to use them," my father said, and I felt so stupid that I did not think about poisoned darts. There was no way those things were immune to it.

"Getting an army is a good idea, but we need to add more to it just in case we do not get a lot of Stepanovs on our side because Erik is unstable. He is indeed a better ally than the others. Still, we can't forget that he is unstable. The Stepanovs would do anything to be a ruling bloodline again," my father said, and I brought him back to what he said about darts.

"Elaborate on the use of darts, Father," I said, wanting to be clear before I jumped to conclusions and started planning.

"The Volkovs and the northern army trained with silver so they could fight Stepanov Clan. This common practice ended two hundred years ago before Sylvester Volkov revived it in his time.

They did it because they wanted to be able to stand their ground against the Stepanov clan.

When Dimitri chose to wipe away everything in history to hide his and his father's crimes, he also wiped away information that would help his lineage if the Stepanov clan ever chose to rise up against the Volkovs because we have to admit, other than the alpha genes, the Stepanovs have superior abilities. They are faster, stronger, and immune to silver." My father said, and he was right. Those were indeed superior.

"The Stepanovs might be immune to silver, but they aren't immune to poison, sedatives, and paralytics. All these things can be loaded in darts. Shoot darts at them, and it would affect them like it does other werewolves.

You might argue that their speed would give them an advantage, but the darts and a little Stepanov army with a good formation would give us a fighting chance," He said, and I understood his angle.

This was indeed good news that I could not wait to share with everyone.

"So what do we do about the silver dust? Because they will likely pump it in the air," I asked my father, and he smiled.

"Then have your sprayers. Once they pump the dust, counter it with Nitric Acid. It eats silver. Of course, you must have protective goggles and masks on during that period to avoid getting poisoned, but that would reduce their advantage," my mother said, and I was glad they were home.

It was clear they wanted revenge on Yuri. Locking them up for two years because they tried to send a postcard was extreme. I knew there was more to the story and something they weren't telling me, but I let it rest.

I linked Casper to arrest Joyce Monroe because I could not have an informant roaming about the place. I also instructed Casper not to tell her why until I saw her.