Brusque. Abrupt. And solemn. A new era of impression has arrived. Captivating eyes of horror enriched with the deadliest shade of black. Pupils camouflaged skillfully by the moon herself. He holds the moment, captured tightly between his knuckles in a prison of flesh and muscle. Time wavers, waiting for his permission to continue. Authority. Discipline. And dominance. His power shakes the air creating an atmosphere of only him.Only him. His independence terrifies the other packs, making them shiver to their core. His constant thirst for blood horrifies civilians. His penetrating moon blessed eyes shift to a staggering silver and intimidating and demoralising fellow wolves, making them feel inferior, lesser than he. His compelling and authoritative wolf compels even the most ferocious wolves to kneel and submit at his holy feet. He believes he is the Alpha of all Alphas. He is THERON.