Warren

“Charlie,” I say, prompting him to report.

“I took half the warriors, as you know, and we ran quietly to Quinton’s pack. His Beta was there, but they were having a party, not paying attention, and even the patrols were haphazard. We got in and killed the patrols, the Beta, and several other warriors who were partying in the back of the packhouse before anyone even raised the alarm. The omegas and pups never even made it to the safe rooms, making it easier to get out of there ...