With the number of casualties in the Rage pack increasing at an alarming rate, I wondered, lying among the piles of carcasses of the unfortunate werewolves who’d met their brutal ends at Lune’s hands, if anybody would be left for either of the Knight brothers to rule when they were to succeed their father.
Since I was the source of this misery which was to plague this pack in the future, it wasn’t justifiable for me to brood over it. There were other more urgent things that should demand my attention. The most prominent among them being escaping the hospice, the means of which just wasn’t visible from where I was lying.
The moment Lune had received satisfaction with the blood she’d shed for not being able to procure her black pearl, she withdrew all of her powers from me and surrender
