Bodies littered the snow, their bloodied limbs half-buried from the blizzard.
Fabio combed through the scene in his wolf form, with his royal guard flanking him at all sides for protection and Dorian in full armor at his side. It had taken hours for the relentless snow to subside and even then, tiny icicles danced across the air, turning his thick black fur coat into a mix of white and ash.
The guards gave him a wide berth, the fear they felt evident in their scents. Fabio knew his wolf was large, possibly even larger than his father's if his memory was accurate. Where his father's wolf stood at the chest level of an average alpha, Fabio's was well over head level. Towering and intimidating at nearly 6ft with a scent that screamed of dominance and was wholly 'Alpha' in nature.
