Chapter: 30. FATE IS A FOOL.

****** The Pack of Deivl was busy with Rogues going about their daily business. Little pups are guarded back from schools by their parents or older siblings. The streets of Deivl were still teeming with the hustle and bustle of people getting ready for dinner and heading home from work. Itwas a pleasant evening, so far, and every Werewolf he walked passed had a smile on their face. The air surrounds him in crispy warmth, a gentle breeze blowing. He takes great enjoyment in the fresh smell of nature that is present around his Pack. Although his Pack is yet to recover from the Lycan's attack and the many males and female warriors they lost to his attack, they seem to be moving on fine. They have settled down into a relatively easy lifestyle which he was pleased with, but couldn't help to worry knowing that his vengeance has not been taken upon that Lycan. Still, despite being satisfied with their current life, it seemed like this peaceful existence would not last forever as he knew the R