~ Regis's POV ~
The war room reeked of old parchment, sweat, wolf musk… and blood. Fresh blood. Mine, and theirs. I preferred it that way. It kept them humble, reminded them of what happened when loyalty wavered.
How dare they hide like some cowards when someone dared to attack my secret base?
The flickering flames from the hearth threw twisted, leering shadows along the stone walls.
Monstrous shapes that mocked and whispered. I let them. The darkness had always been an old companion, and tonight… it stirred.
Maps were sprawled across the heavy oak table, territories inked in crimson, enemy bases marked with crude circles. But it was never enough. No stretch of land, no number of bent knees, could satisfy the gnawing, insatiable hunger clawing inside me.
Because it wasn’t about ter
