To The Victor Go The Spoils

In the south, Axel chased after Wyatt. Behind him, Saul led the charge against the last of the fae forces.

Wyatt looked back with pride and delight as his son closed in on him. There was nowhere left to run, he had reached as far south as he was able to go, and Axel was right there with him.

He smiled himself under the mask he wore.

Wyatt had played the role of Alpha Geri more than once, and he had never caught up to his Loki this fast before.

‘Well done, son,’ he thought.

Axel was getting stronger every day. The choices he was making and the leadership he was showing, Wyatt was surer than ever that he had made the right decision when he retired.

“It ends now, Loki!” Axel called out, “your reign of terror on both the humans and wolves is over.”

“I am not the end!” Wyatt called back. “When I fall, another will rise in my place.”

Lines that had been repeated at every hunt.