The Return of the Usurper
The night was eerily silent as the forest concealed a dangerous presence lurking within its depths. Richard, the disgraced former Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack, stood atop a rocky ledge overlooking the pack's territory. His expression was a twisted mix of hatred and determination as the memories of his fall from power surged within him.
"That throne is mine," he thought bitterly. "Eric may have won this battle, but the war is far from over."*
Banished, stripped of his title, and defeated in combat by his own son, Richard had spent months in the shadows, licking his wounds and rallying the remnants of his forces. Yet his desire to reclaim what he believed to be his birthright burned hotter than ever.
Gathering His Forces