Aspen dug his canines into the bear's flesh and enjoyed the warmth of his blood trickling down his canines and fur.
Two down, three to go.
Five in total.
Five bears who hurt him the most when he was a prisoner in Bjorn's castle. Five bears who were going to die by his hand.
Well, three now since two were already off the list.
And boy, did Aspen enjoy killing them. Such scum did not deserve to live.
The Northern Lycan Kingdom wasn't just a country. People here had honour. They had rules they’d followed for generations.
No one, absolutely no one, was to harm a man who was already down and couldn't defend himself. No one was to humiliate prisoners of war. No one was to take another Northerner's dignity. What was done to him was done for fun, and he swore that everyone who participated
