Niah glimpsed only a patched wolf who healed slowly, blood flowing from torn flesh, gradually slowed to a few trickles. One of his eyes was missing, and a piece of his upper lip, had been torn off, exposing his sharp fangs.
"My shield is amazing, don't you know? I can summon it on or within any place I desire. It can destroy or protect who ever I wish. I have to admit how much I admire the previous wolf queen, a reverse harem of loyal males. But you wish to know a secret, elder Cain?"
Her muzzle was right next to his torn ear, curious he listened.
"One of the pups survived and went on to mate. The wolf then birth four pups but sadly three died leaving one. That she-wolf mated and entered a pack with a young black she-wolf... You remember her, right?'
The first elder froze.
His one eye-widening in horror, so much pain knifed through him.
He wished he could correct the mistake he had made perhaps the wolves would not have fallen so low.
Alas, there is nothing for regret, only silent lamentation.
"Die with the howls of your pack!"
Lips peeled back in a sinister smile with her ivory fangs fully exposed.
Looking at the first queen Niah, one would feel slight fear because of the pleasure displayed on her face in a way that made her seem as if she was on the slippery slope between sanity and madness.
A mere thought formed the tiny shield to encircle the hearts of the half-dead wolf.
His brain and intestines.
Raising a paw Niah turned and smirked, the shield shrank crushing his organs ending his life.
His body twitched, small lightening bolts engulfing his body devouring it until it collapsed on itself.
Niah felt no remorse for such a male.
No matter the species everyone had their ways of mating, lions usually had several queens the first to fourth, while the others are mere concubines those were not fit to bear the young of the King and were then made infertile.
The wolves before over three thousand years ago were ruled by a matriarch, females were dominant, but they had been attacked by the snake tribe, who were at the time the largest from among the tribes, many males were lost.
No one knew why really the reason males became dominant, but they had become that and were accepted.
The snake tribe was forced to the brink of extinction and thrown from the third realm what happened to them was unknown. The snake King's last spawn had survived though heavily injured along with ten of his close slaves.
The tiger clan was ruled by a king and his concubine mate, one mate their entire life.
"My queen, we were told a few of the wolves escaped,"
A young soldier said, bending his forepaws in respect. His sky blue armour shone in the fading light. Compared to her form he was slightly smaller, but his leash power could not be ignored.
As a general his power had to be on par with a queen's still for a queen who had a rare powerful shield Niah was above all but her mate the king.
And that was only because she had given her all for him. Even if she had to share him with the other queens as sisters, she had no problem.
"Send a squad to hunt them all down,"
Niah ordered.
"No! Why must we pay for the sins of others?"
A she-wolf howled, crawling forward, her bottom half had been torn away, stomach exposed trailing behind her. Part of the silver bone of her rib was clear, the flesh scraped, the bones of her spine and matted fur.
Niah felt curious as to why this she-wolf was still even alive.
The intestines were even more sensitive than the main hearts because the intestines distributed energy towards the body breaking down the prey to suit. Everything from there goes even as far as the brain, the hearts and bone marrow.
So why wasn't she dead?
"How can you still be alive?"
"First Queen Niah, please allow my daughter to live. I had served the priestess faithfully, but I failed her,"
"So you should die. Why haven't you died yet?"
"If I tell you, will you spare them?"
Niah narrowed her eyes to slits from displeasure. Crouching low, she lept and landed in front of the tiny she-wolf who was merely two meters in height; she looked utterly weak closeup, fur matted deep blue brown eyes of course for a she-wolf she could be said to be beautiful, but the trickle of blood falling from her muzzle marred that beauty.
It might be a fact.. Of Niah being a petty female, but that was her judgement.
"I lost my last litter. Two of my sons and their mates, my grand cubs, and you know what one of my sons who remained went crazy after you wolves sent the pup away."
Closing her eyes, Niah forced herself to relax and not lose it and destroy everything around her in a fit of rage.