MATED TO MY BULLIES
I looked back toward Blackwood territory, toward the brothers who'd broken me and the pack that had condemned me.
"Now we prepare for war," I said. "We hit them harder. Faster. We make them bleed resources and morale until they're too weak to resist. And when they're at their breaking point..." I smiled, silver eyes glowing in the darkness, "we show them what real monsters look like."
My army, the damned, the broken, the enhanced, gathered around me. One hundred and forty-three strong and growing every day. They looked at me with loyalty, with hope, with the kind of devotion that came from being saved from the darkness.