Theon
I'm standing above the worthless werebear. He calls himself Samuel, and he is completely bare. The claws my father had swiped had rid him of the little clothes he had. His body was riddled with scars, open cuts, and wounds that wept with infections. Why would a were in this bad of shape come here to provoke the king and princes of the Moon Kingdom?
Thaddeus and Dad are still slaughtering the worthless bears and wolves that try to escape. My father's warriors were taught well, listening to every word that Thaddeus and their king had to say. Several are screaming for mercy; I cannot guarantee that they will let them go, as far as I am concerned, they could suffer. Making threats to the Red Moon pack and a war alliance with the Moon Kingdom was a terrible move.
My nose goes to the t
