Derrick's corpse was carried down to the Red Moon pack by the soldiers. "Is he dead?" One of the soldiers asked, looking at Alpha Drogo. "I don't think he is. Get him to the healer and tell her I need him brought back to life as soon as possible. Alpha Drogo roared in anger, seeing how the battle had ended. "I didn't know the Astral pack would stoop so low and resort to such a measure. I didn't see this coming." He shouted, fuming with anger. Drogo immediately called a gathering of all his chiefs and clan elders. They all sat around a table to discuss the next line of action.
"I heard you caught one of the princes." Derian, one of the elders, looked at Drogo, who was just feeling better. "Yes, he is in the infirmary right now being treated," Drogo replied, wincing.
"Why do we need him
