Chapter Sixty-seven

The day of the event had finally come and it did not feel shy less of what it was expected of it. The tension in the atmosphere of both the red moon pack añd the dead valley pack was beyond that high above normal. The days was a big day.

Ruckus stood in his room with hands clasped behind his back. His thoughts never stopped reeling and wondering about how the day would finally end. Whether it was going to end the way he had the way he had thought it or against him, there was no way of knowing. Badmus had given him the idea of what to do. That was all he needed. No matter how much he now hated Badmus, he still knew what relevance the presence of Badmus meant by his side. The man was always the bug game planner behind him. After using the art of killing the little children which he knew that Badmus was not going to turn a blind eye on, Badmus had given him the perfect idea on what he needed to get down the supposed all powerful and vicious alpha king f the dead valley pack who happened