Bow Down for Your Sorry Ass
Even when everyone was injured, the Canini Shore pack was still assembled just steps inside the Rudolf Estate. With the gates wide open, they looked at the coming entourage, led by the black cars that brought the highest Gammas of the Shadow King. Darius stood in the middle with Millicent, Ansel and Julian not letting their broken bodies hinder them from keeping an eye on everyone.
Only Nicholai was not around them.
The luxurious Rolls-Royce pulled up behind the other cars that served as a poor barricade against the wolves. However, instead of Rowan—who they knew as the Shadow King; an old man with a hunched back came out. He was truly old, even having difficulties walking without his self-standing cane. It's just that… even Darius could feel the kind of terrifying aura shrouding the body of this werewolf.
Yes, it was probably the oldest werewolf that Darius had seen.