I have begun working towards becoming something in the pack. I started with what I was good at taking things. I didn’t kill what I was taking this time though. It would have been so easy it was so small and helpless as all spawn were within the world. He was still young but he was growing quickly and was so alone out there during my hunt of someone to take for our Lady Monster that I just had to have him. He was perfect. What better gift to give the Monster than a child of her foes? She could do whatever she wanted with him. Keep him as a pet, kill him, torture him or even train him and make him one of her own members. I didn’t care. She wanted a wolf that would be useful and I think this little russet child fit the bill nicely.

I held him tight by the ruff in my maw. How little or much he struggled hardly bothered me in the slightest. He wasn’t tiny like many pups, being a year old he was actually fairly sizable, but certainly not large enough that I couldn’t carry him to the pack to which would be his home from now on. Or at least until he managed to escape my golden eye, and that would be near impossible unless he got me distracted or the Monster wished to let him go for whatever reason. I do not stop at the border, but push myself through walking with the child in my mouth. Balor he was called. A son of Jaidah and her partner when she ruled her. A used to be heir of this land. No more though, there are only Gunsynd and Nevermore now our Monster’s and Tobias’ children that they conceived. I stop once I am far enough inside the pack lands that I know if any angry parents have followed they wouldn’t get in undetected. There wasn’t anyone around when I had plucked him up but that didn’t mean no one could follow if they were close by when I had got him.

I cast my gaze around before dropping the child to the ground. I back away and look at him for a second with my golden eye making sure he was relatively unharmed after me having carrying him such a distance. I didn’t taste blood, I didn’t hurt him, or tried my best not to, no promises though, but he seemed okay.

”Welcome to your new home. Or welcome back home I suppose, young child. How does it feel? I ask him setting my single eye setting upon his own brightly colored orbs.