Now, he was dead.

To me, I had already won and at least, one of my enemies was down. I looked at the motionless body of Alpha Justin, the dagger gleaming in the faint moonlight.

I experienced a shock of cold. I had reacted on reflex, simple anger. His words, his threats against Henry, had really stirred anger in me and pushed me too far.

Around us, the forest floor was littered with the already defeated rogues, the air thick with the strong smell of blood and the unpleasant scent of ...