Damien stood at the edge of his territory. His curious eyes scanned the area, narrowing as they landed on the lifeless werewolf. Its fur was matted with blood and its claws were still extended.
But there was no sign of who or what had killed him.
The guards surrounding the body stood in rigid formation as Damien approached. One of the senior guards, Alaric, stepped forward.
"Alpha," Alaric greeted, bowing his head slightly. "We found him just over an hour ago. He was already dead when we arrived."
Damien stared at the body again, longer this time. The wounds were deep, as if the intruder had been ripped apart by something with immense strength.
"Tell me everything," Damien commanded, his voice filled with authority.
Alaric gestured to the scene. "We received a report of movement near the border, so we sent a patrol to investigate. When they arrived, they found the intruder already down. It looks like he put up a fight, but there were no other scents, no traces of another wolf."
