Chapter 67
Rayden raised an eyebrow.
If he remembered correctly, Raoth was already at Arc One, stage Four. That meant the Blue Horned leader was weaker than Raoth, yet their packs had been locked in battle for years with no clear victor.
That balance was about to shatter.
The Red Horned Pack no longer existed.
Rayden had made sure of that.
Every surviving Red Horned wolf now stood beneath his banner.
The fact that he had gone from a neglected baby to this in just a few days was insane.
Then again, not really.
He was Vastro.
Madness had always followed him.
He had not forgotten the scavengers. Or whatever they called themselves. Every ounce of pain they had inflicted on him would be repaid with agony when the time came. He was not delusional enough to believe it would be easy. Revenge never was.
So he adapted.
The only way to win was to build an army.
