Hearing his words, Clyde Stones smirked then gritted his teeth. Other than the two wounds the two fighters had just inflicted on him, he saw no wounds on the alpha's body. There was no way he had healed yet, so that could only say one thing, not a single one of his men outside had managed to hit the leader of Bloodhood. He let his anger wash over him.
Since no one was able to rid him of a boor whose pack only survives because they live in seclusion like a bunch of savages, then he was going to take care of it himself. He was going to kill Silver Bloodhood and take over the traditional pack's territory and thus, show everyone else that they should never have underestimated Grey Wolf.
