Maell watched from the platform as his brother fought like a caged beast.

His wolf too roared in indignation for his mate, also wanting to smash heads, but Finn's personality was more calculating and cold, more composed and not as volatile as Casey's.

If both acted like madmen, then the balance of equilibrium would break.

Estela watched horrified as that huge, bloodthirsty white wolf stained red with the blood of its opponents.

They were going to die, there was no doubt about it, as the tavern owner's wife had no doubts as she watched her husband agonize on the ground.

No matter how much she pleaded or cried, the end was the same.

It had all been the fault of that damned woman, if she remained alive and went to the fields with them, she would not let her live a second of her life in peace, she would pay for everything!

And that's what all the relatives of the five wolves thought, who in less than half an hour, lay torn apart on the ground.

When Finn finished the massacre, he began to