Chapter 67. The Delta

Mathias

So here I was three weeks later going back to our prison cells, because of another fucking wolf! This time it was a rogue my men had captured after a small attack rogue wolves had attempted on the outskirts of my territory on a smaller Clan of bears.

The last wolf was still fucking sitting there. He was so calm and collected and had an eerie confidence about him. I had decided if he didn't give us answers he would be sentenced to be executed on the next full moon. Next week was the winter solstice and my Kingdom was holding a celebration, so I had opted for the following full moon. Why a full moon, because werewolves worshiped them so much. They pretty much planned their whole lives around full moons and it would be a kick in the teeth to the Delta wolf we were holding for his death to be held that day.

I had been informed that the Delta Wolf had been taking his daily punishment well. I really didn't like that cocky son of a bitch and, more so, I