Clank. Clank. Clank.
Came the sound of the axes hitting against the iron ore.
The men now over thirty were burrowing through the mine.
Aiden stood there with his hands folded as he watched them.
Who would have known, that they would ever find moonstone in this deserted territory of all places.
A place so backward that his father had never for once visited it in his entire reign as Alpha and yet here he was.
Wasting away his youth here.
The last known Alpha that had been here was his great-great-great-great-great grandfather.
And it had been to annex the territory and claim it as his own during the pack wars.
It had initially been seen as an insignificant waste of time then, it was too small and virtually at the edge of pack world.
Even desert wolves were better than them here.
However in the grand scheme of things, as the future would play itself, it would be in the least desirable of all places that the most important stone to wolves would come to be found.
