Thirty-Six: Out of Control.

FLEKI

It was done, the Alpha and his whole family were killed, the whole pack enslaved and locked up in a place where that was once comfortable and meant home to them, their houses razed to the grounds and in the next couple of days, the remaining members of the pack will start clearing and cultivating the lands to plant seeds and subsequently harvest produce that'd belong to me.

They'd be slaves forever, forever working for me till they're old and frail and they drop dead. Not like I was feeling an ounce of pity for them. They should blame their Alpha for being stupid enough to turn my request down knowing full well that nothing good will come out of provoking.

And now he should have protected will-be slaves for the rest of their lives while watching his head hanging from a tree overlooking their lands.

My body sought the comfort of a very warm bath to wash away the madness of the day, to wash away the bloodshed and deaths, the screams and horror of people whose lives as they used