(Unknown's POV)
My men and I were crouched down, as I felt the mud seep onto my legs. The feeling of bugs crawling over my skin didn't go unnoticed to me. I tried to keep us as hidden as I could, my butt scarping against the bark of the tree I was leaning against, as we waited for the King to travel through the woods again. I just knew he would come back through the dark woods, the same ones he ventured through to get to the Snow Mountain Pack. He always liked to stick with the reliable paths and knowing he had no problem on the way to those disgusting werewolves, he would assume he was going to have no problem on the way back.
That was where my men and I came in. We were the trouble the little old King didn't predict or want.
'Sire, we are cold and hungry. How much longer are we going
