Bloody Ransom

Caedes stood among his kin, a massive obsidian figure marred by scarring among the gathering of wolves. Some Saxe, some unknown to him. No matter. There would be time for that later. Within their new pack and titles. His muscles were tense, flexing beneath his pelt – ready to be unleashed. He had been gathered by his uncle, Rhazien, and called upon once the plan was laid out. It was clear: to use their hostage and force the alpha to choose between his pack and his son. Caedes had laughed at the idea, a cold gleam in his gaze as he thought of the priceless expression they would see soon enough.

He was prepared to be an instrument of ambition, ready to heed Sephiran's every command without question. His pride lay not in leadership, but in his ability to execute orders with ruthless efficiency. It had been drilled into him by his mother, it would not fail now. Caedes understood his role in their scheme. He would be an enforcer, brute force behind their machinations, ready to strike fear into the hearts of their opposition. His loyalty to his cousin and family was unwavering, his determination to succeed matched only by his readiness to be used as a weapon of war.

As they set out towards their target, Caedes felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was his moment to shine, to unleash the full extent of his power in service to his pack. With Sephiran and Kaino guiding their every move, Caedes knew that victory was assured, and he would stop at nothing to ensure their dominance over their rivals. If this ended without bloodshed… he would be desperate to seek it out elsewhere. Absolutely ravenous for it. His body moved gracefully despite his size, following the others like a predatory shadow until the time was right.