Pretending

              Mateo's pov 

Power is desired by all. I was no exception to it. And with great power comes greater enemies and of course greater responsibility.

Slicing the neck of the Beta wolf of Riverdale pack, I breathe heavily attacking the next one. Killing him easily. 

Fools, that's what I can say about them.

 If they think they all can defeat me by colluding together and attacking. My pack's strength is unmatchable,all the wolves are trained to be killers.

No way can these normal wolves stand in front of us.

I see the Alpha of  Royal pack, pinning one of my pack wolves. And I roar, leaping on him.

Making both our bodies to hit the tree behind and he withered in pain. Snapping on my neck, he tries to get hold of it when I root my canines into his neck.

Twisting it and his thrashing seizes.

Dead.

Throwing his body aside, I clean to blood on my sn