Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Emory shouted something, but Reek's attention was solely focused on Shalon, who seemed to be calling the shots. There was only one logical choice for Shalon to make, as any good leader would. It was a decision that she needed to make for the good of her wolves. Both for their safety, and her own. Concede. It was really that simple. All she needed to do was hand over her home -- in return, she could protect the lives of her followers. All of them. Even Eden, should she survive. There didn't have to be any more needless violence or bloodshed over this. So as Jhala, Moonbrook, and Eden fought tooth and nail, Reek waited patiently for Shalon's answer, and he readied himself to call off his fighters should the need arise.

However, Shalon's answer came in the form of violence. "So be it," he said. In Reek's mind, the battle was over before it even started. The wolves of the glade were grossly outnumbered, and he was sure that he would not fight alone. Dagfinn would surely have his back and they'd be able to overpower the Glade's leader in no time. He himself was an experienced warrior who had come far from his roots as a terrible fighter.

She lunged for his neck. Reek surged forward as well with jaws parted, seeking any flesh that he could rend from the leader's body. This was for his family -- all of this, he did for them. In the chaotic movement of the fight, Shalon's teeth grazed Reek's cheek. He fought threw the pain with rabid intensity. There was so much going on around him, and Reek thought that he had at one point heard the voice of a child, but he could only focus on the fight at hand.

Help arrived shortly in the form of his wife. Eden had surely been swiftly dispatched by she and Moonbrook. Now, with their joint effort, Reek was sure they'd be able to wrestle the leader to the ground, where he would force her to give him the pack. If not, he would show her no mercy.