WARNING: Disturbing imagery below.
TRISTAN
The battlefield was bloody to say the least; wolf carcasses were strewn on the hillsides and fields of the once former territory of the Waning Moon Pack- one of the more dominant packs of the Northwest region of North America. I was pleased at the c*****e around me and strode confidently to where the battle started. My warriors were standing over the alpha and his son as they kneeled in chains, his wife and daughter in front facing them. Their captured warriors, women and children encircled us, on their knees as well.
I heard the young alpha cursing and demanding answers from my men, all of them remaining silent, obedient to me.
“Tsk, tsk tsk, little alpha. You can keep yelling and asking questions, but they will never answer.
