The Letter

The rain didn't stop even after the aftermath of the invasion. As soon as Varick arrived, it didn't take too long before he decimated the remaining rogues in his house, including Heinfield. It was a one-sided battle as they tried to escape from his wrath and failed as Varick was in his complete wolf form.

He tore their limbs when they were fleeing and those brave enough to fight couldn't last a second as soon as he struck them.

For Varick in his full-form was larger, stronger and faster than any of them combined.

Heinfield was the last one in the vicinity, never having the chance to change his form while he was on the ground as the cold icy stare of Varick's wolf glaring at him.

If anything, his wolf was kept its namesake as the descendant of Skoll.

A war wolf and the bringer of Death.

"Sc-screw you…if you don't have Skoll's blood…we b-be…be…come—" were Heinfield's last words before he died, succumbing to his wounds.

With no one to lead them, the remaining rogues had long fled befor