Now the room is cleared except for the two soldiers that guard the door.
I am still filled with rage, inside I scream for retribution and penance. The arrogant young wolf, Xan said his name is John..
I know little troublemakers like him, going all their lives without facing any real consequence of his actions. Spoilt and aggressive with a sense of entitlement.
The knowledge that once again he has managed to get out of this without a proper beating, he is one lucky bastard I must say. But Xan is right, I can't mess up this deal. A feat even my father could not achieve in his lifetime.
My pack has its fair share of troublemakers and problem starters but nothing we can't handle. Most of them know my rules and fear banishment so they control their violent impulses.
The last wolf to be ba
