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The large man had heard the distant snaps and snarls that accompanied Vallete's alarm call, and without a minute to spare he turned from his course in the territory and sprinted towards it. He ran, and ran—dirt and grass were trampled in his wake as the massive wolf feverishly sought out his pack, his blood running cold with fear.

It was only when Greyback reached the top of the ridge that overlooked the border that his worst nightmares became reality. The small body of his young being tossed aside, his packmates digging into a female, and Valette standing right in the middle of it.

Something snapped within the Patriarch at the second, something dark and deep. It hit him like a wave, melting his cold blood and boiling it so it bubbled over. He didn't know what it was, and despite this, grasped tightly onto it with a choke hold as he let it consume him.

He let the instinct carry him towards the scene in a walk, his head bowed low and eyes glaring with a startling ferocity. Waves of rage emanated from his presence, but the man's expression was calm. He did not lift his lips to show his teeth, nor did he lift his tail. He only continued forward until he was beside Vespera, looking upon her with the same rage.

Whatever threads of pacifism that clung to the giant's heart were cut as he glanced upon the limp body of his whelp.