The morning of today carried a different kind of air in the Death Valley Pack…
The morning ahead of a raid.
Rows of warriors were already lined up and stood in their formation,
Each of them were prepped and ready.. their faces are cold and their eyes sharp.
At the center of it all—
He stood.
Prince.
He was no longer just the lowly rival or the heir…
Now—
Alpha.
He stepped forward and all the eyes of the warriors there and other pack members around locked on him…
“This is the moment,” he began, his voice steady, cutting clean through the silence.
“They are weakened and as vulnerable as ever….”
He gave a pause.
“They are divided across two packs.”
His gaze swept across them slowly and carefully.
“And their Alpha… is not there.”
“We don’t come for revenge.”
He took another
