The Shadow Wolf King looked down at his kin converging toward him, his eyes flashing with dangerous light.
From a common Shadow Wolf, it had grown to where it was today because of its ability to make decisive choices at critical moments.
It bared its teeth, emitting wisps of black fog through the gaps, which spread out and touched the Golden Trees, causing them to wither instantaneously, transforming their shimmering golden leaves into a decayed hue.
Beside it, the Shadow Wolf Guards lay prone, emitting whimpers of fear from their throats.
If someone were standing here now, they would notice a dirty gemstone embedded in the flesh beneath the white fur on the Shadow Wolf King's cheeks.
It was a gift left by the former Shadow Wolf King, and also a curse.
The world of the Shadow Wolf King was dominated by a myriad of beast Totems and their tribes in the Beast World.
