Grimstone Pack
(Third POV)
A smug smirk appeared on the corner of Diane's lips an hour before the Arch Bridge battle. She gathered her courage and stood tall in front of the GrimStone territory pack house which was crowded with rogues.
"Come on, is that all you've got, mutts?" she grumbled with a hint of dismay in her tenor and ejected saliva mixed with blood from her mouth onto the dusty ground. She then turned her body sideways, preparing a defense-offense stance, thrilled to break those rebel wolve's faces who wanted to lay their filthy hands on her.
Scornfully, she snickered in her mind. 'Are they insane or simply underestimating her?'
"Kill the Moon first, you ambitious good-for-nothing scoundrels. I will never let anyone of your kind degrade me easily!" her nose flared as she sn
