Doomsday

The elders were distraught with grief when Morpheus showed his true colors and threatened them. But as old elders and warriors of the pack, they were ready to risk their all to bring justice to the Pack.

Elder Freya grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door wide open when one of Morpheus’s guards rushed inside to report.

He ran past the elders without bothering to acknowledge their presence.

“Sir Morpheus, an army of rogues is seen approaching the pack house at the moment and the pack is outnumbered” he reported.

A sly smirk crawled on Morpheus’s lips as he wipes the dust covering the large piece of paper.

“Well, it seems the pack house is under attack,” he said in a hypocritical tone with his hands entwined behind him.

The elders gasped in shock, after the tragic incident at the border, they’ve lost too many of their fighters and they are too old now to fight. The thought of fighting to death crossed with the rest of the skilled warriors crossed their minds but Morpheus did not stop d