His words were becoming provocative, making him enraged as every second passed, and feeling the pain of loosing his first born, the moment was tragic, and there and then, he imagined himself ripping off the bowels of this monster.He watched as Richard threw his dead son's head up in the air, and watched as he used his sword to cut through the already dead head.He could hear the sound of ths head thudding on the ground, watching the head open up in two parts separated from each other.He watched as blood flowed out from the different parts of the head, he watched as the parts of his brain began to fall out from each half of his brain.His eyes were drowned in the movement of the blood, it's colour being deeply red, moving slowly across the floor, things he had never seen or couldn't even recognize, they were on the ground.He could see the other half of his son's head, the one which contained the eyes, they stared at him, and the sight of it made his body pale, sending shivers down h

He grinned at the sound of the voice which stopped him from executing the plans he had for Lucian.He stopped mid air, staring at Lucian. The scared alpha was helplessly laying on the ground, with his eyes shut towards what was coming his way, the only thing stopping him from receiving the dose of his first torture was the voice which had prompted Richard to stop. "My Lord..", the voice had called out to Richard. The voice seemed familiar, like someone he knew very well, possibly it could have been Luke.But what would be the right response to his greetings and pleasantries?He wouldn't have known what he had in mind to don't Lucian on the ground, but if for a reason, the essence of this interruption was worth it, then, it might have been Lucian's lucky day. Not only did hear the voice of this man, also he could over hear the footsteps of people, which showed this man could definitely bit be alone in this.He had to reason for this distraction, this disturbance that stopod him from

The battle was over, the war was won, and with the entire building which belonged to Lucian seeming like a deserted environment, those who stood tall Richard and his men, and of course not forgetting to tree wolves If happiness would be regarded as a personality, then it had to be Victoria. The thoughts of Abigail's abduction had turned every member of the tree wolves into mini monsters, and here she was, holding the child which was regarded as the future of the pack.For a moment she saw something different about Richard, the rumours which had been spread round about his monstrous nature, but that night, the monster had kept to his words and had aided them in securing the victory they desired.But while she had that happinesses springing up in her, it dawned on her that the close relationship which they built with Richard through Abigail was the way Abigail was meant to be the Pack's future.For long they heard, they believed, and the hoped on the prophesy which was said to them, bu

And with her explanation, he could get out some vital information from there and then, an idea came up in his head."Why don't you bring the tree wolves here..?", Richard asked."Here..?", Victoria asked again with a confused face."I'll give this entire building to the tree wolves, and the maids and servants which worked for Lucian, will now work for you..!", Richard said as he walked away from her, walking over to his horse and sitting on it. She had shock written all over her face, with her with agape with smiles, she stared happily at Richard who winked at her and said to her, "I'll be seeing you Victoria..!", And then, he rode off with his menVictory tasted so good as they rode home, with the cold winds which blew past them, it soothed his soul as the songs of victory proceeded from the mouth of his men.Soon close to the blue moon pack, Richard who rode on his horse could sight his building from afar, still shining in it's glory, he could only wish to hold the one he loved clo

"The Genesis is coming..", said a lady with light blonde hair. She resided in a temple, but the inner structure of the temple seemed to look like a cave, with some strange languages and ruins inscribed into the walls of the temple.Her voice was shaky, her eyes widened like she had seen a ghost, and with the steady paces she took aback, she watched as the ruins on the wall were gradually writing themselves, still inscribing more strange languages to the wall."Where is he sister..", another lady who stood at the other end said, with fear and terror written on her face "He is here..", The first lady still responded in the same frightened tone, still having her eyes fixed on the walls.The words and letters of these strange languages glowed in gold, starting from the bottom of the wall to the zenith of it, and her eyes travelled the same direction in which the letters of the languages travelled."When is he coming sister..", another lady asked again. She held a staff in her left hand,