Chapter 12: Heroes Never Die

It was a long time since he went out of the Peaks and down to the humans. He remembered the past when they were at war. He was still quite young then; about the same age as his grandson. He liked the thrill of fighting against the lesser creatures but it was tiresome. It was a good exercise for the body, but such a waste of resources and time.

He reminisced the times when they were moving from place to place, led by a very ambitious alpha. Radolf was a known for being outspoken about his desires to create his own pack of werewolves. So, one day, he just gathered people who wanted to join him on his endeavor. As young as he was, the promised adventure was irresistible. So, he followed him along with a small number of other youths.

Radolf was a great warrior and not much of an adventurer. He figured it would be easier to travel in one direction, kill everyone in their way, pillage their homes, and continue marching forward. They did this for quite a long time. He can’t