Daria POV
The sound of battle was music to my ears. We had successfully taken over another smaller northern pack, and my tactics were proving merciless but fruitful. “She is mine!!! I was here first!!!!”, screamed a large black rouge wolf to one of my demon warriors. The object of their desire was a small frail she-wolf, her eyes full of fear, her face streaked with tears.
“What is this s**t show??? What the f**k are you idiots arguing about this time???!!!” I roared and the fight stopped, although both idiots were still glaring at each other, the wolf not letting the female out of his grip. The smell of blood and screams was all around us, my own face covered in the blood of their former Alpha. He was no match for me, and his corpse was in the dust two feet from me, ripped to shreds. “
