The Alpha King’s death

In the Nightwing pack, Alpha Warrenton was caught pacing around in his chamber deep inside his castle.

He held resentment in his eyes and hate. His movement wasn't certain yet, but the aura emanating from him was enough to warn whosoever would want to cross paths with him this instant. His fingers were curled into a fist, and he dug his claws inside his skin drenched in anger. It was building up inside him and already he wasn't sure if there would be anything that could soothe it except one thing-the head of his enemy.

He was like a fierce Lion hungry for its prey. All for one person. The person who had rendered him useless among all packs. The person who had made all his father's sacrifices looked like they never existed.

Due to the state he was in, many of his pack members were quite restless about that. Seeing their Alpha bothered me, just as he was like taking multiple swords to the heart.

Warrenton was supposed to attend the Alpha's meeting but then he didn't. He felt he had bett