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

It would have been a lie to say that when Emory accosted Reek for the last time, that it did not stir a wave of emotion within him. However, he did not let it show upon his face. He did this for his family -- for the wolves who placed their hope upon his shoulders by followed him here. Emory had once been important to him, yes. She had been his best friend, but she was no longer a part of his family. She had fallen away, like many others. So even when guilt threatened to rear it's ugly head in the pit of Reek's chest, he still thought his actions to be perfectly justified.

And so, the wolves of the Glade were no more.

Reek, Jhala, and their band of followers stood victorious among the spoils of their conquest. With that, Reek threw his head back and sang the song of victory. The voices of the others would surely follow.