F E N R I R
Barron stood there, a smug look on his face, surrounded by four of his most powerful enforcers.
Useless, they couldn’t even take down one of my soldiers if they tried.
"Fenrir," Barron boomed, his voice bouncing through the roof. "It's been a long time. I see you've been making yourself comfortable with my things."
"Your things?" I echoed, my own voice dangerously low. I let my power radiate from me, reminding him just how much I was capable of.
My men behind me straightened, ready to take down Barron at my slightest order.
"I don't see anything of yours here, Barron. I think you must be mistaken. This is my land. My pack. And you are trespassing."
"Am I?" he asked, a glint in his eye. "I believe you have something of mine. A little pet I acquired. She belongs to me."
