Meanwhile, at the huge crystal Moon pack, the Alpha looked at the sky desperately. Yes, he was willing to die but not this shamelessly. He wanted to die in a battleground as that was the best honor for his pack.
None of the precious Alphas had been a disgrace and maybe that was why it was the most fierce pack amongst the remaining. He had taken the initiative to write a letter to the king and his son asking for permission to carry out the sacrificial practice meant not only to cleanse the land but also to mark a new begging for all the werewolves.
The practice included slaughtering not just any living wolf but a blue-marked one. After slaughtering the werewolf in its wolf form, the wolf's blood was to be spilled on the grand entrance of every Pack and only the werewolves affected by the deadly disease were to lick the blood.
