Reckoning

Damon was on his way home when he saw many cars and motorbikes parked at the foot of the forest. It was unusual, as the place he had chosen was more on the country side. Only a few men in the camp have their wheels and they were deposited someplace for safekeeping.

He’s sure these vehicles don’t belong to his men. He checked them individually, looking for some insignia of its identity. The parked motorbikes have the small model, as oppose to the variety of cars.

However, there’s one thing common to all of them. They were all marked with a seal. A familiar wolf crest.

Blood moon.

Black claw marks.

He cursed when he realized what it was. Or rather, to whom the crest belongs to: The First Red Blood pack.

Damon didn’t waste no time and jogged towards the woods. He knew every tree and path therein like the back of his hand. He didn’t need a map. All he could think about was the safety of the camp… and most of all, his queen.

He met the alpha once, he can’t risk losing her again. He then