Lars Mason sat at his desk reading the reports from the last few weeks from Craven, Iris, and Garrison. He smiled. Everything was going according to this plan. They were all so easily led. They were all weak-willed and weak-minded. You tell a bunch of discontented wolves what they want to hear, and they go with the flow. He chuckled with glee. They all thought he wanted to start a war to bring down the monarchy, and we all live as one. No. He wanted to be king. He wanted to rule over them all. He just needed an army. The idea of waiting for years for pups to grow was ludicrous. He wanted to rule now, but he had to play the long game, and make others think he was a part of their st*pid cult. He worked his way up in the ranks, and now they all listened to him.
It wasn't hard
