Vladimir’s POV
I am patiently waiting for the outcome of the battle. I'm taking my time, slowly walking towards their packhouse. I can already hear the roars of the wolves in every direction. I enjoy watching the suffering of these poor wolves while fighting my own pack of dead wolves that I brought.
"Oh, they sure are tough" my best friend Taylor, who flocks with me together with Jasper, commented on how strong the Moonbridge packs are.
Yes, I do commend them. "Good thing we have our own pack of wolves to deal with them." I looked at the two. "He had a lot of confidence in his pack. Too bad he wasn't here. Oh, I love to see his face when he learned of what had happened here" I nodded to the two, giving them the signal. They return it with a nod and the two of them went on.
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