Kenneth’s POV
“Onward we march, onward we march to ruin our enemies.”
I smiled at the lyrics of the song my men were chanting as we moved forward towards the region of the blue river pack where Kevin and his men were hiding like the rats that they were.
I never wanted to destroy any part of the Blue River pack. They weren’t my enemies and I didn’t intend to have them as one but they shouldn’t have betrayed me by becoming friends with my friends and hiding them.
In the search for rats in a house, some of the precious tumblers might get broken during the chase. For now, this was what I was doing. The territory of the Blue River pack I was going to destroy to kill off the men of the Blood Moon pack was the precious but useless tumblers that had to go in this fight. At the least, the pack wasn’t my target and I wasn’t planning on killing them all off. I believed they should be grateful for that.
I continued chanting with my men, my excitement building up as theirs. I was finally going to squash those ants today.
“We should turn right, my lord.” Zalen, the spy who had found out that my enemies were staying within the blue river pack territory, said.
I nodded and didn’t argue with him. I had a map with me but what was the essence of it when I had him with me? +3 was a human map who had traveled this path and knew all the way in and out. He was loyal to me to a fault and I didn’t have to worry if he was going to betray me or sell me out. Zalen would die before doing that and that was I trusted him. He was one of the few soldiers that I trusted and was glad that he was the one who had found out the secret hideout of my enemies.
If he said we should go right, then we would definitely go right. He knew the way and that was all that mattered to me. Checking the map to find out the right direction was going to take a lot of time anyways so I was relieved Zalen was here. I was eager to get to those bastards as quickly as I could since it was getting dark and I was already scowling at the thought of stopping for the night again.
But what else could I do though? I wasn’t going to be a vicious ruler because of my need for blood. I couldn’t keep letting my men go on for days and nights inclusive without them having their meals and rest if I wanted to last long for the battle. I could only hope that we cover more distance on our journey before they have to eat.
I raised my hand up and gave a signal for the men to turn right and they all did. I didn’t have to look back to check but I knew they did instinctively.
I walked in front while Zalen was behind me at my left and my general at my right. The group leaders were behind them and then the rest of the men queued behind their group leaders. That was how we had arranged the formation when we left (sneaked out of) our hometown and that was how we were going to till we get to where we are going.
“I think we should take a rest for today, my lord.” My general said, glancing at the sky to make his point.
I scowled, looking up at the sky as well. I knew he was right but that didn’t mean I liked it. I hated that it was dark already when it felt like we had just woken up and started on our journey.
I wished I could talk to the sky to stop getting dark until I have found the wolves, fought with them and killed them all. I sighed, knowing that I could only wish and there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t have the powers to do that. I was a werewolf and not a witch. Even if I was a witch, I doubted that there was a way that I could do that. No one was that powerful.
I sighed again. If only I had power to control what I wanted with the added strength in my body, I knew a lot of things that I would have wanted to do. The control freak in me was already excited and thinking of the other things he could get to do if he could have powers like that of a witch with his strength.
I scowled harder, the expression furrowing deep into my skin as I wondered what I had done with myself all these years. I could have found a witch and asked her to give me some of her powers. I should have done that instead of only kidnapping victims to sell as slaves or obsessing over the blood wolves and dispatching my men to search for them.
I didn’t know if magical powers could be given to another person by a witch but I knew the witch would find a way to do that by the time I was done with her. After all, what can torture and the promise of pain not do to others? I had learnt that at an early age. People were ready to do anything and their brains become super intelligent and they find new ways to do what they haven’t thought of doing if their lives were at stake and they had to survive.
I smiled as I thought of the many ways that I was going to have Kevin bow before me, beg for his life, that of his mate and his men before I finally kill them all off in his presence, ignoring the hot tears sluicing down his cheeks and saving him for the last.
I couldn’t wait to see him heave his final breath with regret and pain shining through his eyes.
“My lord?” My general called out once again to me.
I jumped and looked at him. I almost blushed when I realized that I had been lost in my thoughts and hadn’t responded to him.
I nodded. “Yes, it’s getting late. We should rest for the day.”
He nodded back at him and gave the order for the men to stop walking and prepare to camp. With the loud sighs that went though the air, I realized that my men were already tired and hungry and I should have done that sooner.
I watched as they all prepared for dinner and huddled closer with one another to eat and sleep. I had made a good call but that didn’t mean I was happy about it. I wanted to keep going. It wasn’t until I had a thought that I was able to feel better and get over the dark mood already brewing up in my head.
That the blood wolves had another day to survive didn’t mean that they were going to last till eternity. I was going to crush them all and not let their bones have a taste of long life.
I suddenly felt better at the thought and even smiled at the soldier who brought my dinner to me. I could tell that he was surprised by the smile with the way he went still and the gasp that escaped his throat but I was too far gone in my fantasies of plucking out Kevin’s innards to care.