The Enemy, part 1.

WITH NO INFORMATION, A REQUEST FOR PEACE

The air within the castle ruled by the genuine alpha was thick. The violence emanated from the most powerful being of the Lycan race, the omegas were not aware of being the punching bags and were succumbed because they did not have enough time that their fragile bodies needed to heal themselves and consequently the cimexs, mates of these omegas, were also dying.

The search for Bloodstain was daily, from the light between the clouds to the highest peak of the moon. For fifteen days the wolves hunted for her, hunger leaving the situation of the lower beings in the hierarchy even more critical. The strongest relieve themselves by judging even more of the weakest.

The genuine alpha, Kratos, felt frenzied. Although the casualties by the traitor of the species have ceased in these two weeks, the vampire attacks have not stopped happening. The witches, on the other hand, showed no interest in this war. It was leading both of them to extinction. And Kr