[ Blackmoon Territories ]
Gamma Kael strode like a storm towards the courtroom Hall of the Blackmoon pack.
He couldn't believe what he heard, unless he saw it with his own eyes.
His boots thudded against the floor, shoulders drawn taut with rage. Six Deltas marched behind him in perfect formation, their eyes locked forward, jaws tight.Even the air smelt like rage.
Upon reaching the courtroom Kael kicked the gigantic wooden doors with brutal force. The stiles burst open with a crack that echoed off the stone walls like a war drum.
The introduction to the conflict was thus properly established.
Because he could already smell the rat inside… and his subordinates. The entire rotten lot. The news was true after all.
At the far end of the hall, seated on Alpha Kieran's throne was the last man any sane person would want to see…Roanoke Curzon!
