Alastor X Vox Comic Novels & Stories

He glanced down at me before looking up at him again. "What do I want? Oh, that's an easy question. Give me back my land that you stole from me. That also includes all the females you stole from me and my pup." He snapped. Alastor growled in response. One of the wolves leaped for him and Alastor jumped at him in response. He wrapped around the scranny wolf and before I knew it, he was standing on top of me again. The lifeless wolf thudded against the ground and Alastor spat something from his mouth. Silence followed the small gasps. The wolf's throat was torn out, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood dripped from his lips. I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve.

The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit hallways. “Get up, Alastor,” I growled when we reached his cell. “We have some questions for you.” Alastor slowly got up from the ground, his fur matted and his eyes bloodshot from the torture he suffered. "What do you want from me?" he spat. “We want information,” Max growled, anger bristling. “We know your brother is planning something big against our pack. We need to know what it is.” Alastor's eyes darted between us. “I'm not going to talk,” he finally said, his voice shaking.