Chapter 33

  Amidst the screaming and begging of wolves, Balkan sits on his makeshift throne made out of corpses, the wolves he killed of Clan RedBite. He sits there with a bored expression on his face as his minions destroy the clan bit by bit. He is flanked by his closest confidants and his mate Jezebel. At the side of his feet the severed head of the Alpha lies which he kicks in annoyance. They call themselves Werewolves! Weak...so damn weak! His Beta in command drags a bloodied she-wolf and drops her in front of his legs. Balkan leans forward placing a hand on his knee and looks at the girl. She has fought hard for her tribe and despite being brutally assaulted; the fire in her eyes is not dimmed.