THE DARK KING
The crows flew past the windows of the large throne room, their wings flapping loudly. Within the dimly lit throne room, I sat there, stroking the jaguar that sat humbly and quietly at my side. It purred loudly, and a grin appeared on my lips.
For the first time, my life had a spark in it.
I, the dark king came from a line of dark wolves that ruled over the entire dark Kingdom. Our influence stretched far and wide, and no just in the dark Kingdom, but in the human realm. Our Kingdom was a bit hidden, and we operated in the shadows, out of prying eyes.
I controlled the rogues and had them disturb the peace of other packs for my leisure. In the human society, I controlled a network of big gangs, that sold drugs and did almost anything to generate money for me.
I had power, in every aspect, and money, but life was still a bit boring for me.