52. VENGEANCE
NARRATOR
"Everyone, shift! Take the women and pups to a safe place!"
The Alpha roared, barely managing to shift into his animal form when more than fifty enraged wolves came charging out of the dense forest.
They wore heavy armor on their backs, camouflaged with plant scents, way more prepared than them, who had been taken completely by surprise.
The black wolf leading the enemy pack burst through the wooden gate, tearing down the weak defenses, charging like a battering ram against anyone in his way.
They wiped out the pack in less than half an hour.
Ferocious beast fights broke out between the huts.
The ground was stained crimson, and the roars of rage and pain reached the sky.
Gertrudis watched from a high hill in the distance.
Her eyes filled with shock at the fire and slaughter.
The wind carried death and conquest.
If she had delayed only half an hour, she and her daughter would have perished.
The Valle Fértil pack was conquered.
The Alpha lay defeated under the claws of the othe