Three days after the fight at the clearing, Dimitri stared at the two graves. Not even alpha of Bull Creek a week and already he had two deaths on his hands. He sighed as he slid his hands into his front pockets. Not a very good start to my leadership.
Bane and his pack of coyotes had disappeared, crawling back into the darkness of the woods from whence they oozed. Dimitri had no doubt they'd be back. That kind of hatred didn't just disappear once it found something to focus on, and Dimitri had thwarted Bane's goals, which he knew would not go over well. No, Bane would return, and he would probably be worse the next time around.
Dimitri took a deep breath as he glanced around the Bull Creek Graveyard. The oldest grave was from 1894, the most recent, yesterday. Some were families that had
