Belialthorn called all of them together the next morning, Captains and all. They arranged themselves in the middle of the camp after some tents had been cleared.
Seraphina made condensed air for Belialthorn to stand on, it lifted him into the air and he looked down at them all. He could see their fears. He could smell it and he liked it. A lot of them feared him. Maybe they didn't when the Captains submit to him but with Kieran's tale, they now do.
Unlike Alaric and Rota. This is not a team. They are wolves he must lead. "You must have heard it all. Whatever it is you hear, it is the truth. I won't talk much, it is not be my thing. I'll tell you this— obey me and we'll bring back wealth that no Hunter ever did to Havenbrook."
"You are used to taking orders. You'll take mine or you'll take my fire. Nothing else," Belialthorn smiled faintly. "Of course, you'll obey your Captains too. Direct any concerns to them."