Zen was not just a dominant alpha, to his tribe he had the revered title of Wolf King.
For he was a direct descendant of the almost destroyed Fenrir bloodline.
Centuries ago his Tribe had been hunted nearly to the brink of extinction.
Now that they kept to themselves living on the outskirts of the Allerdyce continent.
Recently their numbers started to grow and the Stark Tribe thrived once more.
As a Wolf King, Zen did not need a full moon to change, he could morph at will.
Now that Lithe had been knocked unconscious.
Zen had no reason to hold back against the recessive alpha who dared to hurt his mate.
He let out a thunderous wolf howl releasing his pent up frustrations.
Even to his own ears it sounded heinous and deafening.
Zen's nostrils flared.
Did the recessive alpha just wet his pants?
Now that his nose and clothes were free from blood thanks to the shower.
