Kantos sat alone on the rock, the weight of his thoughts heavy upon him. The events of the past had intertwined with his present, clouding his future.
His auburn hair had grown untamed, his eyebrows threatened to join links and his beards had joined as he neglected to shave.
“Oh! Rafael Salvatore! I will kill you if I have the chance,” Kantos said to himself. That was the peak of his troubles, the only problem he had in the world - Rafael Salvatore.
He shook his head in frustration when all he could do was think and think alone. In his second in command, Philip, approached.
"What troubles you, my alpha?" Philip asked, concern evident in his voice.
Kantos remained silent, staring into the distance. Philip stood before him and bowed, a subtle gesture of respect. Then, he looked up and
