He moved until there was nothing left to move against.
Until everywhere fell silent.
No snarls. No heartbeats. No threats.
Only the low, steady sound of Ravok's breathing.
Ravok stood amid the carnage, blood matting his fur, claws dripping red. His chest rose and fell as the rage ebbed.
He turned his massive head.
Cyril stood a few feet away, pale, shaking, splattered with blood.
The shadow wolf of the generation had just had his first massacre.
Eric had just lost his humanity on Redwood territory.
The land itself seemed to know it.
Blood soaked into the earth, darkening the soil in uneven constellations.
Somewhere deep within that carnage, Eric himself was very quiet.
Some distance away, far enough to remain untouched, Alpha Mark watched through binoculars. He adjusted the focus with careful fingers, tracking the massive silhouette of the shadow wolf as it stood amid the ruin.
"Magnificent," Mark murmured.
