By the end of the third year there was not a drop of dog-blood in his pack.

It was wolf, all wolf.

From whelps he brought the wolves up, until he had twenty in his pack.

They were monsters, for the under-grown ones he killed.
Perhaps he would have given them freedom in place of death, but these wolf-beasts of Bram's would not accept freedom.

In him they recognized instinctively the super-beast, and they were his slaves.