The sun was setting down as it's going to be morning, the sky was filled with shades of pink and purple, the climate was cold just like the wolves who lined up there showing their strength. The war still was not done yet even though, it's going to be morning. Everyone is still fighting for themselves.
Their sea blue ice could freeze the entire world, that's how the white wolf froze the hostiles. He stood there alone glaring at the 10 black wolves who stood there with the confidence of beating him.
But he had a smirk, he was single but that doesn't mean he was incompetent he was an alpha and no one can beat the Alpha. He had
decapitation most of them and mostly the other pack members had dead.
One of the black wolves took predating steps towards Dylan, the black attacked him but even before he could touch his fur, the wolf was lying lifeless soaked in his own blood.
The blacks were taken aback, they took a step backward.
