After Theoron left, he did what he was told and he called his generals.
He'd checked on some of the prisoners they'd taken from the packs, both shifters and vampires.
He'd spent hours torturing them enjoy the sound of their screams and the smell of their blood. It was how he released his pent up aggression and anger, the emotions and reaction's he couldn't direct at Ezelreth.
He was beginning to regret his alliance. He was starting to truly see the evil this man was. The death he carried with him, like he was the very essence of it in flesh.
He punished the prisoners the way he wished he could punish Ezelreth.
He had since made himself scarce around the pack, sticking to the dining hall and the prisons and the training grounds. He kept his horde of monsters tucked away, starving them, waiting for the next chance to set the loose.
When the prisoners died, he changed them, adding them to his army of Turned.
