CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED & SIX (106)

Mate, mate, mate!

Those were the only words that fogged the wolf's sense as her paws hit the muddy floor of the green forest, her speed inflating with every passing second, startling the already roaring forest. Her eyes gleamed the brightest yet darkest shade of purple.

She could hear the screams of people, their cries, she could sense the anguish from every corner, she could sniff the fresh smell of blood mixed with mud, she ran faster, almost flying because of her speed, a yowl left her mouth, wanting to alarm her presence to her mate, she was coming for him.

Five minutes later, she entered the clearing of the once-prosperous Midnight pack, it was now a complete shadow of its former self, it was ravaged. Fire everywhere, dead bodies, the cries of children, and the proud statue of King Caesar that once stood in the center of the pack had now crumbled to the ground in pieces, meeting its awful destination.

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