Lucian had on his body, a sleeveless red robe long enough to have it's lower part sweeping through the floor, and his hair was in a mess as he paced round the entire room, pondering on the battle which had come to his doorstep.

He looked out the window, and the great carnage which had swept through his pack and all his success had put him in the state of complete insanity.

He ran his hand through his hair, grinning at the pain and the frustration which overwhelmed him, the feeling of loosing the battle to his greatest rival.

What annoyed him the most was the tree Wolves which he...