“I have Jaxon’s pack’s help, and the other packs for backup. I believe we’re strong enough to take him down. He can’t physically fight usalloff without getting tired, and then his powers will start to slip. We’ve gone through every possibility we can, and we can’t wait anymore.”
Evan’s eyes flick between mine hastily. “When are you leaving?”
“Early morning.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Don’t worry, pups. I trust everyone involved, and I’m fighting for what’s most important.” After a few moments, he pulls back and stares at me with a confused expression. “You. You are what’s most important to me.”
Evan lunges at me and wraps his arms around my neck, making my chair rock backwards slightly. “You’re what’s most important to me, too,” he whispers. “Come back to me. Promise you’ll come back.”
I press my palms flat against his back and bury my head into his neck.
“I promise, baby.”
He takes a shuddering breath, and we stay like this for what feels like an eternity, but it’s the most vital ‘see you soon’ I’ll ever receive because I know exactly what’s at stake, and losing him isn’t an option.
Tellme what’s going on, Carson.I order my head guard as we creep towards where my father’s pack house is, near the North River.
Jaxon’s pack is right by my side, and their support gives me the boost I need.
No sight of Ryker, but he was here an hour or so ago.
And you didn’t keep track of him?
He’s gone off radar, Caleb. But we’ll find him.
I release a ragged sigh.
He might be hiding, or he’ll come back soon.
I need to know for sure.
If we attack, it’ll give him a good reason to come crawling back.
I ponder for a second. He has a point.
What do you order us to do, Alpha?
I inhale a breath of the cool night breeze; it’s dark and eerily silent.
Are the witches in place?
Yes, and they’re protected. When Ryker comes back, they’re ready to use their magic.
Let’s draw him out of hiding then. It’s now or never. We can’t wait any longer.
The men in his pack are the type of wolves that have the same mentality as my father and his cruel ways—all are as bloodthirsty as he is. No one in this world will miss them. Although I know some have joined Ryker who aren’t all bad, and have left once they've learned his intentions, but some still stay, and they’re the ones I want wiped from this Earth.
I would show remorse, but I can’t—not for those who enjoy inflicting pain on others for power and greed. My reputation might tell people I’m willing to follow in his footsteps, but I can’t wait to tear out his throat and pray he rots in hell. It’ll better the world, and that’s the only thing I’m focusing on.
I watch as wolves clash against one another—roars of pain and howls of triumph. My snout raises in the air for a sign of Ryker, but I can’t sense him anywhere.
It’ll only be a matter of time before he comes running back when he finds his pack has been taken out.
My eyes follow Oscar, my father’s second, across the woodlands. I release a low growl before I charge towards him and take him to the ground. My claws swipe at him as he tries to clamp his teeth around my leg.
He lunges for me and tears into my shoulder, but I use my legs to kick him off, sending him flying through the dirt. I ignore the throbbing sensation that bursts down my arm as blood drips through my fur. My teeth bare at him as I clamp them down around his back leg, and he growls as I crunch through bone and flesh.
