Draven was leaning on his throne, smirking at the wolves who had arrived in his makeshift palace.
Several years had passed since he constructed a temporary palace in the wilderness and crowned himself as the king of all rogues. Since he was of royalty, he held the authority over them. They rebelled against him at first, since the rogues didn't want to submit to anyone. However, when he promised them special treatment once he got into power, they obeyed.
The wolves looked around. Their injured brother was placed on the floor of the palace. They hoped that the injuries weren't fatal. Although he needed medical attention, they couldn't leave instantly. So they took him with them and hoped that the werewolf healing process would be enough for him to hold on until they managed to go back to
