85:
It’s been well over three months since the raid, and no one has heard, seen, or even smelled the rogue alphas from the Jedi Pack.
He liked to imagine the fourteen wolves having to fend for themselves for the first time in their miserable lives.
He liked to imagine them starving to death in the wilderness without the omegas around to feed them.
And he really liked to imagine that their last thoughts were about how they were actually the weak f*****g wolves in their pack, how they had brought dishonor to the omegas, and how they were the ones who deserved to f*****g die for it.
But the way the darkness still howls inside him—the way it demands him to collect the debt he is owed—tells him that all those happy thoughts really are just his imagination.
“Not a thing,” Kael report
