"Thankfully, Alpha Maxwell didn't fall for Greg's stalling tactics and tried to end it quickly, but both Greg and Chase managed to escape. We wiped out the rest of their forces, but beyond that… I don't know what to expect next."
Alpha Hue exhaled deeply, trying to drive away the heaviness that threatened to drag him down. The more he drowned in guilt and frustration, the weaker his people would become. He needed to stay firm, to lead them through this chaos and address the threats closing in, from the rogues to the locust swarm. If they didn't act soon, everything could spiral out of control.
Hearing Alpha Hue's account, Zion's vision burned red with rage, his entire body trembling as if he were on the brink of going feral.
'Of course it was that Greg!' he snarled inwardly. 'That filthy bastard actually crawled back from hell after surviving my claws!'
