Keegan straightened up, his claws and clothes stained with Gareth's blood.
There was a satisfied look in his cold face, yet there was an urge for more .
Wema crawled to her son's body and wailed upon confirming he was indeed lifeless. Gone. The other Alphas and people around watched in astonishment.
Sheera's mouth hung open in disbelief, unaware her face had begun hosting tears.
Her whole life, she had never been a violent wolf. The wolves were simply supernatural beings who were more superior than humans. Not all of them were bad and aggressive. And Sheera had grown up in a family that taught her not to be a predator.
She was one of those who believed in good and only using their heightened powers in the face of threats.
At young, they were often told stories and taught lessons
