King Mikhail
Mist had settled low to the ground, muffling the sounds of the forest and our footsteps as we made camp in the area surrounding Blood Moon. I stood at the center of it all; the fog curling around my boots as the army I had forged settled into place.
I was on the verge of getting everything I wanted. With tomorrow’s victory, the kingdom would be mine. There would be no question about the strength of my hybrids, no doubt that our new species was the supreme one. We would crush the wolves beneath our boots and feast on their blood.
Twigs snapped behind me, and I turned, finding Alpha Brian. He no longer reeked of blood, his wounds having finally healed, but he still carried himself with arrogance. No matter. Even if he survived tomorrow, he’d end up a part of my horde in the e
