Good to see you alive

AZRIEL’S POV

I headed back to the training ground sporting a bruised lip.

Odd looks were thrown my way as I passed members of the pack, but no one was bold enough to ask what went wrong.

These days, everyone was a shadow of themselves - trying to hide from my sight with hopes that they wouldn’t be the next to die.

I missed the days when I was looked upon with love and reverence as a protector and beta of the pack.

Now, I was seen as an angel of death - Picking up wolves from their families and sending them to their deaths - just like I was about to do with the next batch of wolves I’d been asked to send.

I arrived at the training ground and didn’t miss that we had reduced drastically. I’ve lost count of the warriors we have lost to this cause.

The number of people returned a shadow of themselves after being lucky enough to cross the darned portal and return alive.

“Beta.” One of my trusted aides said with a bow.