Bearclaw Valley I roam these halls, search the night, in hopes that I might see

Merrick's command was met with a grumbling growl from his son, who didn't slow the fuck down at all. If anything, he went faster, perceiving a potential threat to his meal. He swallowed it all down, narrowly avoiding choking on a bit of bone that found its way into the mix.

His sire proclaimed that Nyra would die. Aventus whapped his tail approvingly on the floor. Donovan’s white-furred demon was too much of a wild card. He’d underestimated her when he launched his childish attack on her, but he’d learned a few things in the process. Where before she had only been a disrespectful bitch to his mother, now she was an enemy to Aventus, and he'd found her weakness.

Between mouthfuls, Aventus quietly stated, I will. She had the jump on him before, but he was still growing. He still had much to learn. The next time he came against her, he was sure it would be very different. Her grotesque size would not save her.