Goodbye
The rain continues to pour over the clashing teeth, whines, yelps and howls of my pack, Carl's pack and The Elite. The diseased wolves give me a wide berth; that calming influence I've had on them seems to stop them wanting to rip my head off. Instead, I focus my attention on members of The Elite. The traitors that chose to follow a mad man instead of believing in the strength of their species. They were easily overpowered, once again proving that pureblood means f**k all. As I take down another member of The Elite, a shiver runs over my spine. It's a feeling of impending doom causing my eyes to scan the battlefield frantically. I see Michael's wolf chewing lumps out of some members of The Elite. Carl is leaping through the crowds of diseased wolves with ease, knocking them out of his wa
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