I was left in my tent as we were packed in the red crowd. All I could hear was the smell of blood stinking my nose.

I only witnessed this. How they sacked a whole pack.

But I did not even feel a slight pity for them. Red Crows deserved it. They killed me and my aunt that night, they have to pay the price.

Well, I could clearly see why they fear Alpha Ace’s pack. They fight ferociously and beastly. Torn werewolves here and there. Limb by limb.

Just then, I saw Alpha Ace returning as he carried another wounded werewolf. His whole shoulder were bleeding, and his eyes...