*Brutus*
After leaving the cells, Alpha Brutus clicked his fingers and one of his serving women brought him a wash cloth. He wiped his hands clean before throughing it back in the womens face.
He walked off to the training grounds. He made sure that all wolves above the age of five were trained to exhaustion. No one in his pack were going to be slackers. All had to pull their weight. Even the children were taught to fight.
When he got there, most of the wolves stopped and bowed. In unison the pack members chorused "afternoon Alpha". Alpha Brutus smiled glad that his pack were obedient. "Continue...." He waved his hand and all the wolves got back to sparring.
He gladly watched until his eyes lit on his betas son. The betas son, John, was a weakling, and Alpha Brutus spent tolerate we
