(King of Werewolves POV)
My army of warriors, my beta and I have been marching through out the whole night. We are finally on the out skirts of the vampire territory. It almost looks as if they have no boarder control or protection. Kind of giving off the impression that the territory is deserted. I know that the Vampire King moved his castle into the middle of his territory instead of the out skirts after I killed his beloved and youngest son. I use to be filled with so much guilt and regret for doing that to my love and I's friend and Ally but then I think about all the blood splattered around our room and my love and child gone from my grasps. They deserved every single pain I ever caused them and I would do it all over again.
No, that isn't true.
If I had the chance I would have s
