Raiding Earlham

Zayn had two elements to his advantage. The first was hate, and the second was rage, and they both quickened the preparation he had to make. That added with the element of surprise that the Silver Crest pack possessed was above all their greatest asset, and he wasn’t going to let that go to waste.

He had seen the way the witches of Earlham fought, he had seen their strength, and their capacity. They on the other hand did not know the full strength of his pack, and the wrath that came with that strength. Well, they were about to taste it soon enough.

He had not a second to waste, before the witches got even the slightest whiff they were plotting their revenge, they should have finished their attack, and returned to the pack.

He turned to his pack, looking at over a thousand wolves in their wolf form ready to do the needful to avenge those that they’ve lost. From friends, to lovers, to family. They all had their personal reason for this, but collectively they were doing this for the p