-We can never escape our fate-
I watch as Hailee drains the blood of three dark witches one after another to the point of killing them. Their blood float on air in a never-ending circle before she uses it to draw strange symbols into the dirt while chanting something quietly. With them three out of the way, my pack and I can finally take care of the rogues. They seem to have forgotten why being in a pack is better than being a lone wolf. The privileges pack wolves have. Today I will remind them of the consequences to fighting against your own, and more so under some witch’s command.
Their limbs will be torn from their bodies like they did some of my wolves, and their heads will be put up as a warning to future threats outside of my borders. I do not care if this is ancient practice. I wi
