[A/N: Hey guys. Remember I made a mistake yesterday with the uploads, so make sure to read the chapter before this one first. Cheers, and enjoy reading!]
Gravemaw alphas were usually quite distinct from the rest of their pack. Not only were they physically different, but they were also significantly stronger, more intelligent, and, like most powerful sentient beings, rather egotistical.
Zephyrion had been hoping the alpha would stay out of the battle, at least until he managed to bring down the cavern, but it seemed that hope had just gone down the drain.
He would have cursed out loud, but he wasn't about to give Demorian the satisfaction.
'Change of plans.' Zephyrion's mind raced as he assessed the situation. 'Possum and I can still move, so mark three at most.'
