Raven, in his massive wolf form, stood at the edge of the border, watching as his warriors silently took down the rogues guarding the Red Moon Pack’s border. They moved quickly and quietly, making sure to delay Derrick and his men for as long as possible.
Soon, the last rogue fell, and Carter, one of Raven’s strongest warriors, approached him. His fur was stained with blood, his eyes sharp and focused.
"We’ve taken care of all the rogues in the area, Alpha," Carter reported.
"Good," Raven said, his deep voice firm. He then turned to the older wolf beside him. "Dad, are you sure you want to do this?" he added. Arthur huffed, shifting slightly on his paws.
"You rascal," he muttered. "Derrick is also mine to deal with. This started with us, and it will end with us." His tone was serious,
