"Son of a b*tch!" Lars roared, throwing his office chair across the room. That f*cking useless wolf Craven. He got all the new recruits killed or captured. He had never told him to go up against a pack like Silver Claw. He said small packs, not powerful ones. Lars roamed his office. He was never going to be able to take over if the men he sent to recruit him an army kept failing. He now saw he was going to have to make a different plan. He hadn't heard from Gary or Iris in over two weeks. He had no clue what they were doing or if they were even working for the "cause" anymore. Maybe they had figured out there was no cause and that he wanted the Kingdom for himself, although he had no clue how they would have figured that out.
He needed to get to the Kingdom, but first he neede
