The wrath of the young wolf

th a sigh, he closed his eyes again, pushing himself upright and trudging over to the rock where Mona had once sat in her sorrow. Settling onto the rock, he leaned forward, resti

was gentle at first, barely affecting the sweltering heat of the sun. But gradually, the rain grew more insistent, soaking t

h the air. The rain fell harder, its droplets now fat and heavy, pounding the landscape wit

is and the storm's fury seemed to echo his inner turmoil. His gaze lingered on the rock that had witnessed both the highs and lows of his

d ventured into the forest, the rain drenching him thoroughly. As he navigated the drenched terrain, his stride shifted from a walk to a jog, and then into a

ntlessly, every window was aglow with warm light. Outside, two imposing guards-one towering at six feet, the other at six feet five

To her, he was little more than a muddy blur against the stormy backdrop

the guards shouted, his voi

t, standing defiantly

f the guards remarked

his tone icy. He was shorter, standing at six feet, wit

, Brutus. I'm not in the mood for your games t

his eyes. "And where do you think you're going? D

for this. Just let me through," Romeo

pushed him back. "Not a chance. You'r

itched, veins subtly reddening. "Brutus, don't pus

ht kid from five years ago? Try me!

older and more seasoned, had a reputation for fairness and was respected even by those who d

welcome to settle your differences, but remember: no damage to t

Brutus and Daryl. With a reluctant nod, he knew he had to find another way to m