Samael had been cautious while in the pack. He kept to himself most of the time, only being in large groups when required. He knew the dangers this Alpha held beneath his emerald gaze. He knew what treacheries this Alpha would go to. But he never imagined the young wolves in this pack would be treated in such a manner. As he sat in shock, his eyes watched the wolves before him. They fought one another mercilessly. The first to strike was a larger pup from Magnus and Chiara. Samael had not learned the name, but heard through the pack that he had daddy issues. He scoffed at the young wolf, watching as the pride within him filtered as a sheath over his eyes. He was stupid and young, much too young for this style of fighting. No young wolf should be forced into this sort of circumstance. The bi-colored eyes watched as the large conqueror had finally killed his target. He left his flank wide open, allowing any and all the attack. He looked to his Apprentice, Striker, the young wolf had taken over a young fae, killing her quickly. Even though the circumstance was horrible, he was proud of the young wolf. He had taken the training he was given and actually utilized it. When Striker did survive, he would tell him how proud he was. So once Striker had taken down is opponent, he went for the male with the big ego. Hearing their words speaking about Aleu in such a manner irritated him to no end. His gaze stared down at them, and his mind told him they were lies. Aleu was dead, Striker would not lie to him. It was only a tactic. If a proud wolf was unable to accomplish a task, you make them feel worthless, that they could never do such a thing. Samael took a deep breath and watched on. It was not until Aspen and Striker were both being sent towards the edge of the cliff. The fog was thick around the edge, allowing none to see its bottom. Samael shot up on all fours and watched as Striker made the final move, taking both of them down the cliff. No wolf would survive such a fall. There were too many dangerous rocks, jagged edges, and who really knew what creatures rested in the deep depths down there. The Warrior could feel shock rushing over his spine. It attacked his joints and did not allow him to move. Everything turned silent as he stared at the cliff where the two wolves no longer stood. He knew the battle raged on and the bloodshed continued, but he could not stop staring. He had lost his family, and now he lost a “brother”, a wolf he could confide in and teach. It was not until Chiara rang out and stepped into the circle. She was the Beta, female of course, but this was not a good idea. Samael shot a glance towards the Alpha and he could tell something bad was going to happen. Even the Beta male looked pissed, or that he was about to kill someone his own self.

Unable to take it any longer, Samael pushed through the crowd and stood beside the Beta female. ”This is ridiculous. You try to make yourself seem like the hero, but you are the villain in this story. These young wolves were not old enough for such a task, and soon they would be strong wolves to have in your stupid pack. You are a maniac, and you will pay for what you have done!” Samael knew what was going to happen for this. He would be killed. But what else did he have to live for? His family, his friend, they were all gone. Life was not important to him any longer. Instead, he would die martyr, knowing he stood up to the Alpha male. He hoped the other wolves would at least speak less ill of his bloodline from now on. After all, Samael was not his father, he was on his way to making a new name for himself.

Things were going well. The pups had taken his direction well. Teren had his eyes on the first pup, seeing a great potential in him. He had taken down one wolf rather quickly. The other wolves seemed to be in shock while he was quickly at work. Emerald eyes watched the blood splatters and spray from the wounds and attacks they gave one another. More blood the better for this type of brawl. Nothing showed your true self like fighting for your life did. The wolves in this pack were tough, for the most part. The young wolves had a lot of pain to come to them, for even after they went through this, if they survived, he would personally make sure they went through even more training. He did not trust many of the wolves he had now, and in fact, he wished to replace them; all but one. As the first two pups were killed, a sadistic smile appeared on the Alpha’s lips. His eyes were filled with excitement as he watched the young destroy one another. The Alpha male snarled as the pups left the circle, but immediately stopped and watched. One had killed them both. It was an interesting tactic, one he had seen somewhat similar like before. One pup had fallen down a cliff before, but Teren had never known if he had made it or not. It was not something he was really interested in any way. It never returned to their scorned home, so he could only assume that it was no longer living, not to this day. The midnight brute was enjoying himself as now only two pups remained. He knew not if they were related to one another or if they were friends, he did not care. But before either of them could attack, they were stopped. Chiara, the fae he had trusted with the rank of Beta, stepped forward. She shouted and tried to stop her young from dying. Teren did not care. Looking to Irrationality, he could see that he was ready for any commands the Alpha might give to him. There were two ways to go about this: the first would be to allow himself the pleasure of killing her, or he could let Irrationality show her the rank she was supposed to hold. Before speaking, a low growl rippled from his throat and his eyes focused on her. No longer did he care about the pups that still lived. All he cared about was stopping this bitch from ruining his happy time. The Alpha moved into the semi-circle. But before he could do anything else, Chiara was joined by the brute he hated the most. Samael stood beside Chiara in an attempt to save her life or just to be an idiot. He was not too sure what direction he thought this Warrior was trying to go. Teren looked now to the bi-colored eyes, seeing them glaring back to his own emerald gaze. Oh how this act angered the Alpha alone. His tail hung over his spine, popped up over his back and exposing his dominance to the whole pack to see. He was not playing games. He was not going to allow someone to say such things to him. The larger wolf snarled and bared his blood-stained fangs. ”Insolent fool.” Those were the only words he spoke as he walked up to Samael and pressed his chest against the other’s body. It was obvious how much bigger Teren was to the other wolves in the pack, even with Samael being a sizable wolf. ”Stand down Warrior… Or face your death.” Before giving Samael the chance to do so, Teren snapped his jaws around the neck of the younger wolf. He held tight and dragged the male into the middle of the circle. The younger wolf fought back as much as he could, but Teren’s strength and height was too much of an advantage against him. In an attempt to cause severe pain to the male, he applied his paw to the left side of his rib cage. Applying as much weight as he could, Teren could feel bones breaking beneath his paw. Samael whined to the pressure and pain, but he could not move. Lifting up his head, he looked over to Irrationality. ”Take care of the obnoxious fae. Take her down a peg or two.” After giving his orders to Irrationality, he turned his head back to the worm beneath him. Adding more and more weight, Teren had every intention for every rib in his side to pierce an important organ, cause internal bleeding, and force the wolf to die. It was not the first time he would show his malice, and it would not be the last.

But it was not enough. Teren had only begun his own bloodbath. ”Your mother was lucky she abandoned you and your pack before I arrived. I would have forced her to mate with me, to birth more pathetic siblings for you to love and they would have been born the same time as these youngsters. I would have forced them to be killed first, so you could watch not one, not only your father, but all their lives being lost. And your sister, if she is alive, I will find her and I will kill her myself. I will rip her intestines from her body and wear them as a wrap around my neck. And I will bring them to your site of where your bones will finally lie. The whole lands will learn from this as the rogues devour the little bodies you seem to care about so much.” Teren moved his jaws down to Samael’s neck once more and drug his teeth against his exposed flesh. ”Tell your father I said hello.” Finally adding more weight, he attacked the brute and pressed more weight on him. This certainly would kill him.

Others joined them soon after, his mate taking her place at his side. Cliche, Tye's mate, sat with them. He looked around expectantly, Where is Tye? He missed his brother and hoped no ill had befallen him. He was the one wolf Magnus could trust. He trusted Chiara of course, but there were some things a male could only discuss with another male. Tye was his best friend, his brother in arms. They'd struck a bond of the strongest friendship any had known. They knew everything about each other, every thought, every tactic, every idiotic thing they'd done as an adolescent. They'd fought one another and still remained friends - with a few scars to show for their efforts. He kept his eyes peeled for the dark male but never saw him enter. He kept his seated position, rigid and formal, head up, eyes staring straight ahead while their Alpha spoke. Pup fights. None of this was new to him, he was raised just the same. It weeded out the weak from the strong. Chiara wasn't as accustomed to the practise, lunging into the circle. He leapt into action, diving onto her back and pinning the smaller fae down. He lowered his muzzle to her ear, saying in a low, husky voice, "Don't, it's not worth loosing you too." He saw Icarus go first, a true disappointment. The pup looked much like his father and had the ambition and gall to fight back. Magnus stared down at the lifeless body of the brute, all hope for survival extinguished. One. It was unsurprising to him that Willow was the first of his brood to die, she was never a fighter. Seeing her youngest die seemed to break something in Chiara and she stopped struggling against him. Magnus looked at the blood staining her white fur. It wouldn't be until much later that he realised the gravity of this event. His youngest daughter was dead and he'd not made the time to get to know her properly. When it did hit him, it would hit him hard, but that was some time from now. Two. Cliche's son - for he saw no real resemblance to Tye in him - Striker, was locked in mortal combat with his own eldest, Aspen. Aspen was bright and ambitious, deserving of the title warrior. But the child needed to learn respect before he would be shown any respect of his own. They edged closer and closer to the cliff, Aspen backing Striker to the void. His lips raise just slightly to show his larger canines. "Get him, son!" he growled out. But his son was not to be the victor. Striker fell, latching onto Aspen as he did, dragging them both down. He heard no movement below and assumed both were dead. Four. He turned his attention to his only remaining daughter, Piper. She was strong and quick, taking her training quite seriously from day one. She was clearly upset by her sisters death, but she used that emotion, channeling the anger. It would have made sense for her to go after Striker, but he was already gone, so she turned on his brother. Reiner looked more like his mother, but had his fathers spirit. The child could be oddly curious and eerily kind in such a hateful world, but Magnus liked him. He just liked his daughter better. "Good girl Piper! You survive!" She lunged for Renier and ended him swiftly, removing his throat with her jaws. Six. Ciro he was yet to see anything, his amber eyes turned on the young male, growling lowly at him to get a move on. He nosed her cheek gently. "You must be strong for them. We still have Piper and Ciro, for now. They need you." Samael stepped up beside them, taking the Alphas focus off Chiara. Magnus wasn't doing anything to stop the fights, they were already in progress and they had already lost their children, all he could think of was keeping her alive. She was what mattered most to him. They could make more pups, but he would never find another wolf like her. He looked over at Irrationality, now ordered to "take care of the obnoxious fae". Magnus raised his hackles and bared his teeth to the male in a snarl. "You will never touch her." He growled, standing protectively over his beloved.

The dark fae heard her beloved call out to her then she felt the weight of him on her back, preventing her from reaching her young. Still she struggled under the large male to reach her remaining pups, she had to protect them from this ridiculous procedure. Teren then called out to her and a flash of fear for her life or another's entered her mind. Would he unish Magus or her remaining litter for her motherly instinks? Not careing about her own life she finally got out from under Magnus and stood to face her opposite Beta. Irrationality had been ordered to "care take of her" and she wans't about to let that happen without serious complaining. She wasn't just some warrior who needed to be put in her place, she was the Beta of Erenyx. Staring at the large male her eyes were emotionless. In her mind she had done nothing wrong but act as any mother would. Her family would always come first in her eyes, loyalty to a Alpha second. Staring deep into the male's eyes she saw no hint of pleasure in what he was going to do and something in the fae's mind told her he wasn't going to enjoy this. Just before she was going to speak up her mate beat her to it. Looking over her shoulder to the male she frowned. "No Magnus this is between me and Irrationality, please let our Alpha's rage be only directed at me and not you." She said through gritted teeth, for just then the Beta chomped down on her right ear. Whimpering in pain she watched the large chunk fall from his mouth and felt warm blood seep down her face. Spitting it out she lowered her gaze to the male. Her tail rolled up over her back in an act of defiance and she charged him. She would defend herself against him and not roll belly up to Teren's wishes. She wasn't a pathetic little Warrior anymore.

OOC-Irrationality has given me permission to attack him and do damage.

Chiara hit him head on and the pair interlocked in a rolling ball of snarling. Soon she felt teeth at her shoulder and through her body backwards on the ground below him. Using her back feet she kicked and scratched at his face and mouth. She felt more blood dribble down from her face and shoulder, but that didn't matter. All that she felt now was making an example of herself that she wasn't some lowly fae with no power, no Teren would soon see just how much her had ruffled her feathers today. She was unaware if Magnus had heeded her warning or not, but she couldn't tell if her mate had joined in to assist her. Blood was still draining from her and she blocked out the pain for the most part as she kicked at his lower jaw and tried to bite at his ribs and side. After today she knew things would be much different, but at least she would make sure Piper and Ciro would survive more of Teren's brutality. Finally after endless moments of fighting she mumbled to the Beta with blood in her mouth. "If you want surrender you won't get it. You'll have to kill me before I submit to you Beta. I don't blame you for this but I will defend myself and the lives of my mate and young with deadly force if needed." She warned, spitting out a large clot from the oozing wound around her ear. Her voice had been low and directed only at Irrationality, hopefully Teren hadn't heard in the scuffle. It was a silent threat more to her life than anything. She knew deep down Irrationality was not a horrid male who saught violence over reason. He was mearly a pawn of Teren to do his dirty work. The male still held respect in her mind, but she would never respect the order to punish her for protecting her children. She would fight him, yes but never not hold ill feeling for the sable brute. He deserved more than that and she knew he was better than all of this.

Perhaps Teren was right. Samael had been a fool. He allowed his emotions to take over his mind. His eyes turned to the ground as he was attacked viciously. He attacked back, but to no avail. The Alpha was skilled and he could now see why it was so easy for him to take out Steele. He knew his strengths and he utilized them very well. Samael was pinned down and soon the Alpha would send his goon after the Beta female. More blood was going to be shed. Why? Because the Alpha wanted to see bloodshed. This was no way to treat a pack or any living wolf. It was wrong. It was unjust. Teeth buried themselves beneath his flesh, ripping and pulling as they made their way deeper. Tufts of fur along his neck were missing. His bones along the left side of his rib cage were caving. He would have to do something to break away from the monster which had pinned him. Struggling to fight through the pain, Samael bit the ankle of the Alpha. He tore at the joint and tried his best to severe something, or at least to allow him some space to get away. Just as he planned, the Alpha male released him and Samael was able to shift away from him. But as he moved the weight of his body, he heard a bone crack. That was not good. He knew nothing of these sorts of injuries or how to fix them. All he knew was that he was in pain and now in trouble. Now that there was some space between the Alpha and himself, he snarled to their king. "Teren, I shall come back for you, avenge my father and leave my mark on this pack. They have sen the true monster you really are, and I know they will not stand for your crimes any longer. The next time you see me, it will be the last thing you see." Samael quickly turned and ran as hard as he possibly could. He could feel his lungs expanding as wide as they could, but the pain made it hard to breathe. He huffed and he puffed until he was no longer in Erenyx territory. He would need to find a healer, one who would help him, even after his treason. Would anyone really wish to help him?

With a bite to his leg, Teren pulled back from Samael. It was a good bite, deep and strong. He really didn't think the younger wolf had it in him. Teren had made his life a living hell. He had destroyed the only foundation he knew and turned everything upside down. But perhaps that was what he had always wanted to do for the wolf. The male was much like the only son he ever loved. It was an interesting thing to see, one wolf shape into another, just a different bloodline. Teren smiled as he listened to the wolf speak. He had nothing to say to him, but as the wolf ran from him, Teren laughed. "You will die before the sun rises tomorrow morning!" he shouted to Samael. But before he could focus on such a wolf, he turned his eyes on the issue at paw. Two young wolves lived and his Betas were fighting one another. It appeared that the Guardian was choosing to assist his mate, and this simply would not be tolerated. Making his way to the fighting adults, Teren stood beside Irrationality. He snarled and growled as loud as he possibly could. "Fae you will stand down and submit, or you and your mate shall both be killed. Now, do you want to leave your young motherless? For they both will be tortured for all eternity for your crimes of treason against this pack. If you do not cease, you will live a life of solitude and pain. Your ranks will both be stricken from you, and you will become the lowest possible in this pack. Even the Omegas will be able to harass you." Teren stared to the female and her mate, waiting for their replies. Should they decline his word, then they would be in for hell. Their lives in Erenyx would be nothing but filled with misery and pain.

Damn he had heard her

From her position on the ground with the Beta's fur in her teeth she saw Teren's feet before she heard his voice. She fought back the urge to snarl up at him before releasing Irrationality and flicking her ears back. She knew how to submit and wouldn't let her pride deny her pups nor Magnus their lives. Even though deep down she knew this would sting beyond her wound she lowered herself to the ground and tucked her tail in. Her eyes fell to the Alpha's feet, not looking at him directly as she played the perfect part of "submissive female." Though time and training her earned her confidence in herself she still knew when the odds weren't in her favor. "I am done Alpha, please forgive my insolence. I care not for the outcome of my rank I only wish my families lives be spared if that is your wish." She said softly, letting her mind cool down from the rush of adrenaline. Let her be demoted, she could care less at this point. She would never regret speaking up against the brutality, but she'd never let the king of moose dung here know that.

Deciding to cinch the deal the fae rolled on to her back and exposed her belly to the large male, an act she had mastered from her past. She whined at him for forgiveness and her eyes grew soft and fearful, though it was forced and un-sincere deep down. No ill feelings would be held here today towards anyone but Teren. Irrationality and the pups who killed her children were all innocent in her eyes. No, one of these days when the old fool was alone she would be there, and would make him pay. Samael had the right idea to stand up to him, but he lacked the strength behind his attack. With more numbers maybe finally Teren's rein would come to an end. Chiara made a silent vow that after she washed off the shame of rolling belly up to this jerk she would seek out Samael and gather a following against the horrid male that unfortunately had the upper hand here.

The Deltess fae watched with a sharp eye, head held in a respectful manner, respectful to those with higher rank, and to her own rank placed above a mere Warrior alike. Golden-silver eyes watched the swift attacks, as some of the pups fretted, while other viciously launched into attack at a moments notice, even though the fights were unexpected. No hesitation showed as they attacked their friends and siblings alike, as Ariste recalled memories of herself going through such an ordeal. It seemed like so long ago, that she would fret over even a drop of blood being spilled upon her paws, forever tainting them. Guilt would haunt her every waking, and sleeping second. Now, however, the guilt wasn't there, numbed to the point of nonexistence, perhaps crossing the border into enjoyment. The hope fixed on the parents' faces, only to slowly fall as their little ones were brutally slain before their eyes.  Various emotions flitting across their expression, each one as prominent, yet fleeting as the last. Onyx paws would shift on the soil, ears standing to attention as the snarls died out one by one, as stars blinked out of sight with the lightening of the sky, sun forcing its way over the horizon. Soon, only two were left on their feet, reigning victorious, and she could not find it in her to be shocked that Renier was not among them. 'Bask in your glory, pups, for if you continue to feed that potential, you could be something great.' The words were spoken only in the vixen's mind, so only she could hear them, as she held each one's gaze for a moment, before a stir caught her attention. In an instant, a dark blur leapt, the silhouette placing itself amidst the dying chaos, howling for it to stop. Not minutes later, the boy birthed to the former Alpha, Steele had joined in the disturbance. Samael, she believed it to be. Eyes hardened emotionlessly, overlapping and cancelling out the curiosity as they flickered from wolf to wolf, watching as all of this went down.

Other wolves seemed to burst into silent rages and to be dragged into voids of sadness at this, but no others seemed brave enough to stand up to the King. They seemed to be the smarter of the group. Sitting up straighter, her eyes roved over the others, as if personally daring them to stand up, to create an attack against Teren and the faithful of the pack. She, herself, would remain faithful. She was not a weak female who mindlessly followed any big strong male, she knew when to submit and had plenty, yes, but she would not go against her Leader, though she could and be punished for it. Perhaps because she didn't find any reason within her to revolt, the lives lost, no matter how young, did not affect her, and the life of a stupid bitch, no matter if she were the Beta or an Omega would cast no shadow over her either. As things escalated, the Male Beta shooting forward to violently put Chiara in her place, and the Alpha himself stepping forward to take care of Samael, Ariste's bright orbs would snap harshly as yet another male stepped up as well, presumably Chiara's mate by his previous and current actions. As Irrationality made his attack towards her, Magnus would snarl, teeth being bared.

The femme would look towards her Alpha briefly - she did not expect him to call on her, but was more looking for a signal not to attack, snarling at her to back down, something along the lines of how such a worthless bitch not being able to take a Guardian wouldn't come as a surprise. Still, she slowly rose slightly to her paws, muscles tensed and alert, prepared to lunge forward at any notice. Under her long, silken pelt of fur, built muscles were strained in her shoulders, sides, and hinds, set to piston off in the time one took to blink. These wolves were now all worthless to the pack, in her eyes. Treason was not something she took lightly, and one who committed it was not one she would trust with anything. But their failure nearly made the lithe girl chuckle, the urge growing stronger as she saw Samael's obsidian figure dart away at top speed. She supposed it was anger of the moment that incurred their foolishness, action without thorough thought, but that did not change her view. Her eyes followed Chiara as she at last submitted even after firmly stating she would not, all for the sake of her family. Family, that word was tainted, empty to the Delta. She knew no real concept of family, aside from hazy, repressed memories of her family, ones she had chosen to forget. She knew of, but no longer understood this strong urge to protect someone one was bonded to. The concept of choosing loved ones over ones obedience was sworn to was foreign to her. Her demeanor was subjected to no change, nor was her stance, as she watched closely, all the other faces, reading body language for anyone prepared to attempt a surprise attack. Her jowls only hovered over her sharp teeth to conceal them, slightly quivering as her nose wrinkled with the action, before falling over them once again, remaining still. All this was done, however, with an aura of cool casualty, as if unconcerned by this whole fiasco. Concerned wasn't the word she would use, no, more eager, hoping she would get the chance to tear apart one who went against orders with a cold indifference, yet a vicious passion. But she stood still, as she was expected to, and waited for things to turn out on their own.

Everything had happened so fast that before Piper knew it the fight was over and she was the only one left standing. Her one brother and Striker had rolled off the cliff, bodies littered the ground and Ciro had vanished among the chaos. Panting where she stood blood dripped from her maw and wounds covered her body from Renier's struggle. Standing with her paws spread out she finally regained enough notion of what was happening to see her mother and Samael stand before Teren. The male and the Alpha fought before he ran off, obviously quite hurt. The attention then turned to her mother and the fae started to shake. "M...mom?" She squeaked out as the male Beta attacked her and her father retaliated. Too stunned to move she continued to gawk at what was happening. Teren then approached her mother and demanded submission, ha! Like her mother would stoop to his level. Alas Chiara proved her daughter wrong as she rolled belly up to the monster.

Pleading for Piper and Magnus's life Piper became disgusted with her behavior, this was not the proud Beta she knew. This was a sniveling coward, but perhaps she knew better than to stand up to the two males and swallow her pride. Piper didn't understand for had it been her she would have fought back, no matter the cost. For what was she worth without her pride? Unsure now what would happen to her Piper stood and waited.

Magnus stood in shock for a moment as his mate slipped out of his grasp and faced her counterpart. She was far smaller but a more than capable fighter. It was her whimper of pain that snapped him free of the invisible bonds and launched him into action. With a mighty roar he lunged forth, bounding about the two in their scrap. Flaming eyes darted swiftly, searching for the nearest opening. With the male distracted in mutilating his beloveds ear, his back was unguarded. Magnus took the low blow, jumping onto the Beta males back, his forepaws gripping the males shoulders as best he could. He had hoped his weight would pull Irrationality down, but perhaps his momentum was not enough. As it was, while he landed he made a feral snap at the Betas neck, just behind the ears. His teeth caught fur and he went back in for more, this time lower. He snapped at the base of the beasts neck, where there was more flesh to grip with. He felt his canines pierce the muscle and draw blood. Good. The Guardian fell into the fray as Chiara blindsided them with a brutal charge. His teeth kept him reasonably in place and he righted himself when the male Beta landed atop Chiara. He used his positioning to snap down a third time on the males scruff, drawing his head back, trying to force his sharp teeth away from his beloveds beautiful form. Teren demanded they stand down or else forfeit their lives. Chiara, wonderful as she was, feared for her mates life. She played her part perfectly, even rolling onto her back. He watched the Alpha carefully, prepared to take even him on should he go back on his word. His eyes were murderous. His only objective was to protect the life of his mate. Heavy breaths spat from his nostrils, his sights set between the Beta males ears. With all this distraction he could take the male out now. But he was doing nothing more than his job, protecting the wolves of this pack.

With everything which had happened, it all came to a crashing end. Just as Teren had wanted, Chiara submitted to him. She rolled onto her back and begged for their lives to be spared. It was such an “Omega” thing to do. But could he really take his Beta and drop her all the way down to an Omega? No, he thought to himself. His mind rattled with the wishes to make their lives utterly miserable. But the wolves around him were all so tense. If he did anything else severely wrong, he would need more than just Irrationality on his side. He crafted a deliciously evil thought within his mind. He looked to all the wolves around them, their curious little minds could be seen turning behind their eyes. What was the demon going to do next? His attention was pulled to Magnus first. ”Magnus, you may keep your rank of Guardian.” He turned his emerald gaze on Chiara. As he stared down at her, he continued to think in this plot. ”Since you can show respect and you listen well to the commands of your Alpha, you shall remain higher than an Omega, but just barely. You shall now be known as ‘Warrior Chiara’. If you ever go against another decision I make again, I will command Irrationality to kill you. And if your Guardian mate does anything to try and stop that, then I shall kill him. But I want you to know perfectly what your actions have done to your family. As soon as he attacks, Irrationality will pin you down and make you watch as I rip his heart from his body and his jugular from his throat. You will watch him die as I made Katyusha watch Steele being killed. Then you yourself will bleed out, and to make it even better, your daughter will be forced to watch both of you die. That is something I only wish I could have done for Samael. Too bad his mother was already long gone and betrayed your pack before I got here.” He stared to the rest of the pack. ”Anyone else care to stand up for this wolf? No? Didn’t think so.” He turned his head and looked to Irrationality in his eyes. He spoke not a word, but gave an appreciative look. He really had enjoyed watching Irrationality carry out his every word and call. It was a great sight to see. He had never met a wolf which served him better than his Beta male. He turned his gaze back to the crowd, picking out Ariste. ”Ariste, you are no longer Delta. Your new rank is Elite female. And Braelyn,” he said as he turned his gaze towards her. ”You will be the new Delta female. You will work beside my brother, once he returns from his mission. You both will be responsible for Chiara. If she does anything out of place, I want to know about it. If you see anything else going on, I want to know about it.” With a loud growl, he commanded his pack. ”Now someone take these bodies to the borders of the rogue lands, leave them for the scavengers. The rest of you, return to your dwellings. If there is nothing else to be said, good day.” Teren stood tall as he watched his orders being carried out. He accepted a good challenge in any would offer him one, but at this point he doubted it would happen. Too many changes had been made, promotions and demotions. If he could promote Irrationality any higher, he would. But that was simply impossible. Above all these wolves, only Irrationality was so close to him, that Teren almost considered him a brother. ”Should anyone find Samael’s corpse, I want his coat to lay beside his father’s in my den.”