CHAPTER 202 FRACTURES IN THE PACK

Things were becoming more unstable with each passing hour. Magnus could literally feel the tension within his ranks and it was driving him to the edge of a cliff. The whispers of discontent among his men had not gone unnoticed either, but if only they understood he was also doing this for his pack even if it was a personal vendetta. His alliance with the Archon was supposed to bring them insurmountable power, power that no other pack would be able to challenge. And if they decide to, it means death and destruction. What bothered him mostly was that his people didn’t see this, his vision for their future. All it did was just to sew seeds of fear and doubt amongst them, even in his most trusted generals. Magnus stood in his tent, gazing out at the campfire that dotted the landscape. Everywhere was in a ruckus with the packing and preparation for the journey ahead. The chosen heads of his troops were planning and strategizing with the map of the Wastes he had gotten from the Arch