the stars have forgotten, the moon is wiped out

Already his option was beginning to form of the female. And unfortunately for her, it wasn't one of positive aspects. Burke had this female who not only had an obvious injury, but a recently labored mother who's teats had not yet abandoned her for reasons of modesty, patrolling an area he called himself an Alpha of.
Savage. 

"Indeed. And you are a mother. Why do you not rest with your spawn, fellow dark one?"

His gaze of fire drifted to her wounded foot, then climbed back to her face. As he examined her, he caught the event he had remembered as his last memory in the family.
The one he had fought and had detained in the swamp for his lunacy and treason.
Grimnir.

"Why does your mate let you walk injured and alone through desolate pack lands? It would be a shame if someone of my stature and strength had a vendetta against the pack, and began whittling you all off, one by one...And the first would be the weakest."

The Dark Kings hellish stare stayed in her own luminescent azure gemstones. 
His gravelly baritone serenade lowered and softened as he spoke to the distant mother.

"Tell me, lady of BlackFeather...And speak to me the truth..."

The Nightmare gave another second of silence for her then asked,

"Would they start their killing spree with you?"