Chapter Eight: After The Storm

The arena was blood soaked, silence filled the whole place. Indeed the pack of Darkwood territory just witnessed a kind of fight that has never happened in the whole history of darkwood.

The rogue alpha laid lifeless, he had just barely survived. Blood gushed out of his face, sides and claws.

The crowd couldn't believe that the rogue alpha had been defeated. They looked at him like a fallen Goliath.

Caden, now satisfied that he had won, staggered and was headed back to his chamber.

His vision was very blurry, his fur soaked with blood, his legs shaky and some of his claws broken.

His injuries and wounds were so much that one could tell that he had narrowly escaped death.

As he was staggering back to his Chamber, faced down, and silent his legs were beginning to fail him.

The tension and panic in the air kept reducing, the pack began to whisper and murmur.

Some still had doubts lingering in their heart, while some said silent prayers of relief for their wounded alpha.

Though the rogu