"I am the Royal Black Prince," Rex's voice thundered—sweeping across the area with power. "I am the one who inherited the power of the Dark Moon. The Blood Moon and Honey Moon also supported me, and you would do well to obey me as your Alpha."
Before him are more than a dozen writhing shadows in an almost prostrating position.
Their tails were lowered in submission.
None of them dared to meet his gaze. Not because they were weak, but because of hierarchy and purity.
It has been a day since Ignatius.
Rex needed to swell the number of his pack members to battle the empire, and also complete the second Race Evolution Quest. He tracked down the Shade Crawlers. He sensed their scents—near the Tomb of Heroes, and that's all a werewolf needs to track anyone down.
Even in the Black Rift, they can't hide from him.
But he found them grouping up not too far away from his position.
