Richard Has Now Become a Beast
It was a night that carried an air of finality, as if the earth itself had suspended its breath in anticipation of something inevitable.
The pack had gathered again, but this time, there were no speeches, no demands. The air was thick with tension, the scent of the pack's collective anxiety mixing with the earthy musk of the forest. They had all known this confrontation was coming, but none of them had expected it to escalate in the way it had.
Richard, once the Alpha who ruled with fear and intimidation, had become something more—something darker. As the night had stretched on, the pack had heard the howls in the distance, each one growing louder and more frantic, a call from the wilderness that sent chills down the spines of even the most battle-hardened wolves.
