And for what? Pride? Revenge? None of those were good enough reasons to provoke an Alpha that should never have been provoked, an Alpha who even the most cunning were wary of. He had finally realized his mistake, but what good did that do now? His pack could have been salvaged, but he went and activated the undead ritual. It was as if he could not screw up enough. Many would love to know just what manner of empty thoughts went through that mind of his for the result to be this devastating.
Numerous Alphas with just a quarter of his capabilities were leading formidable packs, yet he failed. It was unfathomable. Anyway, it was too late to cry over spilled milk, since the last of his pack members had gone with Chris, and he could feel that their bonds to this pack had shattered as well. You know what people say about obsessively pursuing something; You will lose everything else as a price.
