CHAPTER 66: SNARL

They worm their way in, defeat the alpha and

make themselves leaders. They live somewhere they like for a few months, maybe even a couple of

years, but then they get hungry for battle again and they move on.”

“And they take the women they find along the way for mates?” Snarl asked, nodding in

understanding. Though little of it went on in America, Snarl had heard of many such packs who still

liked to live in the Dark Ages, going from place to place, trying to be the biggest and best pack there

was, taking over territory as if they were no better than their animal counterparts. Many of them were

just that, animals.

“What is your name?” Snarl asked.

“Agbes,” the woman responded.

“And your sister?”

“Victoria.”Snarl thought long and hard about what he was going to say before he actually said it, yet

looking at Agnes, he quickly came to realize that if she was as brave as many she-wolves were, she

wasn’t about to reject his offer.

“Well, Agnes, what would you say if I told you