LOVE IN VENGEANCE
Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar.
King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him.
A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady.
The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.