Facing The New Alpha
After their quick break, Astaroth and Violette could already hear the wolves honing in on them. But, instead of waiting for them, they went after them.
Astaroth and Violette hounded the wolves, hunting them down as they neared the den with every encounter. White was fighting with more and more vigour the closer they got.
When they finally reached their destination, Violette gasped. Waiting in a large clearing were about fifty wolves, all gathered around one very large black one.
White Death was snarling from within Astaroth, while Genie was already growling at the Alpha, her stance low. She recognized the wolf that had thrown her to her death.
Genie had grown quite a lot in the last months, ever since Astaroth had left for the capital. She was now one size bigger than most dire wolves, but still smaller than the alpha.
Even white would have paled in comparison. The black alpha was humongous, reaching almost the size of a giant brown bear.