Blackfeather Woods You were both born to be kings

The smell of blood and the squirming sounds reached Damien soon enough. It had happened.

Damien was not the wolf he liked to be. His body had suffered from the hunger that trapped the wilds, losing brawn by the day and eating little and sporadically. But there was no turning back now. This whole scam needed to stop.

The dark prince slithered through shadows, leaving his weak brother to rest in the den while he collected @Nemesis and @Kove to do what had to be done. With the Dark Brother and Sister behind him, Damien had enough support to legitimize what he was about to claim.

He approached cautiously, knowing that Burke and his whore would be aggressively defending their newborns, but hoping that their minds would not be in their sharpest.

"They don't belong here, Burke," barked Damien from outside the den. It reeked at blood, and it made Damien's ears twitch. Those creatures would be a satisfying bite.