Chapter 88: Stalking Prey
River
Being out on the battlefield always got the blood flowing through River in a way nothing else could. He loved the thrill of battle, the rush he got from stalking his prey, and then the surge of adrenaline he always got before the attack was enough to make him wish he lived back in the days before the packs were as civilized as they were now. His mother used to tell him stories about his great-grandfather and how he’d conquered the area that was now his territory, taking it over and making the rogue wolves that had lived there for years become part of the pack or leave the area for good. Some of them had been ferocious fighters, but that hadn’t stopped his great-grandfather from waging war against them and bringing his pack into this preferred territory.