Beyond the veil of the River Pack! The only place that had caught him by surprise and almost ruined his chances of taking the scepter, the only people who had escaped the full extent of his wrath.
The only pack that had escaped his judgement.
That pack was a scar on his legacy. Their survival had mocked him for twenty years. Now, they had his greatest treasure. It wasn't just a theft; it was the deepest insult.
"The veil is broken? Has it worn off somehow, or been brought down?" The King caught himself asking, his voice almost sounding normal though it trembled with a desperate edge.
The shadow fighters merged again, this time into a chubby, petite woman with sharp dark hair and a warm smile.
"You always want more, don't you, Hati?" she said, and with a chuckle she vanished, bursting into a dark puff.
