It didn’t take Killian long to realise just how unprepared the Dnakle pack were for any confrontation of any kind.
They were a small pack, for one, and comparing them to Alaric and his troupes of over ten thousand soldiers, they didn’t stand a single chance. The news he had brought with him had already travelled across the small town like wildfire… how it had, he had no idea, since it was only Aiyisha he had spoken to, but there was no telling that the people had just about given up.
Aiyisha had brought him to the Pack’s throne room, another large, extravagant place, plushly decorated in hues of gold and diamond, to see her father… because as Alpha of the Pack, it was only prudent that he be made aware of the situation.
Killian couldn’t help but be surprised though, for their Alpha was
