Arrival of the lion King and queens 3 (mixed POV)

Leaning down opening her maw baring ivory teeth and saliva spawning his entire muzzle Niah bit down on his skull with such strong force that it collapsed. With a simple slight yank Niah pulled back with half of his face in her maw, finding it disgusting, the queen spat out the remains and returned to the side of her king and mate.

While the wolf went still in death, his form degrading into dust floating on the wind.

The wolves felt fear zip down their spines, from that one move the lions had made it clear that they were not here to inquire or even negotiate but to destroy the wolf pack.

The lionesses roared, the Queen muzzle stained with the blood of the deceased wolf spoke, her green eyes and golden form extremely Regal.

Each word sounded could be heard, that she had utter contempt for the wolves.

"We have lost half of our pride. The fault lies in the wolves. We are here only for compensation!"

The king spoke up a time later.

His golden gaze trapping those who dared to look directly into that endless inferno was void of mercy.

"Kill them all, leave none alive!"

Horror engulfed the first elder wolf, every step he had taken so far was carefully calculated.

The fall of the queen the careful elimination of her mates and pups, how much effort for the past two thousand realm cycles had he put in?

Countless.

Selected the right wolves to mate in order to produce the perfect alpha, elimination of those wolves who would later hinder the pack.

All of this was for the good of the pack, but that anomaly who in turn was the priestess appeared and mated with those males.

What had been special about those wolves?

Their power was subpar, an earth wielder, and one of water.

It had been an obvious thing that their genes would produce a useless thing.

then birthing a single pup and female at that if it was not bad she was born without a wolf the other that most held hope on died in the womb if it was the firstborn that he had always aimed for had died it would have been a pleasure but not the second.

No matter how many times he had tried to get rid of that mongrel, she just would not die.

After when the alpha had fallen for the she Wolf who carried another's seed, he thought that this was no different than the late Queen.

Males falling for that slut, for a priestess.

The first elder thought that she should be rid of.

After all realms, three lacked a priestess for over a thousand years. Her dying is fine.

Sprinkling ground Szem powder in her meals to slowly eat away at her hearts and brain, weakening her so much so that when he attacked, she would be unable to fight back.

The first elder waited for her death but was shocked by her madness. Why would she and that mongrel not give in and die?

"First elder Cain. You are still alive,"

Niah said a bit surprised when she approached the first elder. Her sister born from the same litter nudged her and spoke.

The rage for this wolf was extremely high how much destruction has he caused.

"He is a parasite, a mongrel that dared to bite its master!"

"Dear sister, try not to be so harsh to the old thing," Niah spoke softly, rubbing against the slightly smaller lioness.

Ears flat on his head, the first elder eased backwards while the two Queens stepped forward. Niah spoke again, a bit puzzled over this wolf.

It had been well known of his past deeds, many species had sought him and here he was ah.

"You are what? Two thousand, three hundred? It was said you served the queen as her bed warmer for a time, before she had mated the Kings," Niah drew to a halt pausing directly above his huddled form, he was once a powerful thin Wolf able to stand by the Queen, but he had become greedy wanting more than what was given.

This male wolf had been responsible for instigating the war between the wolves, lions and tigers.

"You are like the dark lands where all life withers and dies. The queen died, her kingdom fell. Wolves were the most prosperous nation, but it fell to ruin,"

"A woman should have one mate! A male should-"

Nyla attacked him sinking teeth deep into his spine lifting him and shaking.

The wolf released a yelp as lightening shot out, zapping the unaware lines directly on the top of her head.

Summoning a shield to protect her sister who fell on the ground twitching, Niah released a roar of rage.

The lions lunged forward to the wolf who at present was in the process of healing his damaged spine.

With a smirk, Niah watched the lions jointly bite him repeatedly ripping out chunks of flesh, enough that he could feel the pain and horror of being eaten alive.

The other wolves were howling in pain as they were quickly torn apart.

Everything happened so fast, still to those under attack forced to feel their limbs being torn apart, wounds inflicted... It seemed as if time had slowed.

"Head to the pack lands, spare no one!"

Niah roared, while the lions moved from the once handsome wolf with lustrous fur and gaze filled with both proud arrogance and wisdom.