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The ghost trailed through the dark twisting trunks of the trees that littered their forest… his forest. It was still difficult to believe that he had summoned enough strength to command a rank within a pack. The ashen brute could not say that he regretted his actions. He did know that his time there would be short. The wolves within their ranks had formed a close relationship with the pale man that Kierkegaard had attacked. They would not be pleased to have their leader overthrown by a wild-furred rogue. He was not fearful, though. He held his new rank with the breath and composure that was necessary of a man in his position. If he had mustered the strength to sweep the Alpha position away from their Aaron, he would find the willpower to maintain it.
 
A sharp sliver of the moon shone through the twisting branches of the trees. In the distance somewhere, a fox cried into the darkness. Kierke drew his lengthy ears forward and peered into the wood with a fiery gaze. His head was held upwards and his figure was statuesque. There was an eerie nature to their lands. The forest was twisting and precarious in places. Though the ash-colored beast had always preferred the sharp incline of the mountains and the dank caverns that lined the cliffs, he had known other homes to be like the Rosings’ wild wood.
 
Drawing his muzzle toward the sky, the pallid brute breathed in the night air and allowed it to fill his lungs sweetly. It had been impulsive behavior that had set him on the pack land. Kierkegaard knew that if Moz had been there with him, she would have discouraged such an act. Then again, he had always managed when he had his sister at his side. Without her, he had become brash and chaotic. There was no longer a level head to keep him calm. It was in his blood; there was a thirst to fight and to survive in the most dismal of times. The Sairensu wolves were a fierce brood, and they had only survived so long because of the innate need to live.
 
Crunching twigs beneath his massive paws, the coal-smattered male drew in the scents of the pack and marked the location with his own. It would be known that their Alpha had fallen from his rank. For anyone who passed the borders of the Rosings pack, it would reek of the Demonte-Sairensu male.