Chapter 77: The Fall of Golden Claw
Veyron’s POV
The forest surrounding the Golden Claw Pack was silent, an ominous stillness that wrapped the world in anticipation. My rogue army stood hidden in the shadows, their breathing synchronized with the pulse of the mission. It had taken months to gather the intelligence, set the traps, and break their defenses from the inside. Tonight, the illustrious Golden Claw Pack would be reduced to ashes, a testament to my power and a warning to any who dared oppose me.
I inhaled deeply, the crisp night air tinged with the faint scent of pine and decay. Victory always carried a particular scent, sharp and intoxicating. My wolves shifted in the dark, their muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash chaos at my command.
“Do not strike until I give the
