Jaiko hit the ground with a loud thud.

His golden eyes narrowed to slits as he bared his fangs. Before he could get up, though, firm paws pressed on the back of his neck and head, claws digging in slightly.

"You should have run when you had the chance, pup," One of the Stone Feather Pack's scouts snarled, ready to bite down.

The Glaring Comet Pack was defeated. The Alpha, Jaiko's father, gone, the scouts, taken hostage, the pups, killed. The Stone Feather Pack had conquered them and won.

Despite that, Jaiko wasn't going to submit. He wouldn't allow himself to whimper for mercy.

Not when there was a chance you were still out there, fighting for survival.