Alpha Terry's POV
The forest was quiet, save for the rustle of leaves under my feet and the distant call of night creatures. I took a stroll through the dense bushes, a whirlwind of thoughts going through my mind.
The cold night air bit at my skin as I walked on, the moonlight casting weird shadows that danced within sight of my vision.
It had been a long, hard road since my exile, and I seem to have found a semblance of refuge with the witches. Their dark magic and twisted way of living mirrored my own desires for revenge, but there was an emptiness within me that their power could not fill.
As I made my way back to the witches' camp, I noticed an unusual sound coming from the camp. A chorus of laughter and jubilation. It was rare to hear such joy in the witches' camp, and it piqued m
