Unbroken
The Rogue king sat in the carelessly crafted wooden chair delving deep into the different memories and plans that he had for the world as he always did when he was bored and in need of some destructive thoughts.
Every once in a while he slammed his fist on the table before him, riddling it with cracks, angry at the recent plan that had been foiled.
He knew he'd done a number on the kingdom and that the number of hunters that threatened him had greatly reduced. However, he was also at a loss as he had lost far too many rogues, not to mention the fact that he couldn't just make more anymore, 'Weaklings, all of them…'
"Your majesty…"
"WHAT IS IT?" he yelled at the voice that interrupted his thoughts. Looking back, he saw Thane bowing to him. The beta alpha was barely fazed by his outburst and merely rose to proceed with his report.