The city never really changed no matter how many times Salem returned. It was the same streets, same scents, pets and elites, like clockwork. The old Alpha found the monotony of it dull, found the concrete surrounding him unflattering when he preferred the forests and mountains of his home. But business was business and he did so enjoy the fact that the city always had a new stock of pets to devour. Luckily, he’d skipped the festivities of the blood moon and didn’t have to worry about some silly Kitsune’s curse, he’d spent the evening hunting, bathing in the blood of his kills before he’d cleaned up and finally reached the city satisfied with a night well spent. Now the Alpha needed a drink or the tower, he hadn’t yet decided.









