Ryder
They’d left that pack and only looked back once, from the other side of the fields, where they saw that large grey dragon up in the air breathing fire into the pack and burning it to the ground. Ryder was glad to see Waylon had upheld his end of the deal. Those alpha-blooded wolves that were dead inside that pack would burn away to nothing.
That Alpha himself, Garald, had still been alive when she'd left, though he was in agony and the wolfen realm sun was baking his raw skinless body by the minute. It was, as far as they were all concerned, a fate he deserved. Though she was certain Waylon's dragon had now burned him alive, only within the dragon realm now did that bloodline exist, she supposed.
They’d also stopped by the closest packs on their travels back to the nearest portal
