The accords are poison. A treaty that exists in name only. The witches have retreated. The vampires are a starving underclass. And the wolves. Well...they've been all but house-trained. But these are monsters. Creatures who thrive on destruction. On chaos. On death. Offensive and unnatural. Much like this festering agreement and the man who made them a reality. Time to tear them apart. The accords and their pathetic peace. ______________________________________________________________ Following the ordeal with the Cult, a new evil rises intent on destroying the Pack War accords, With the Pack Lord a shell of his former self, a wolf turned traitor, and McLachlan in love, the destruction will be glorious. Destruction is healthy after all. It cleans out the weak, does away with the old, and allows for a fresh start. No one ever sees it coming. That's the best part. The surprise in their eyes when delivering a killing blow. Destruction is necessary. Destruction is coming.