Rihanna’s POV

We were at the border of my pack. A slave, who was trying to deploy to my pack, was found, gullet and limbs outstretched, it was disgusting.

The claw marks on him belonged to the Lycan, and he was pinned to the trees. That Lycan dared to hurt a werewolf. He was truly mad.

Dara jumped down from the rock. "No sign of the Lycan or Black Hills warriors. I believe we aren't waiting for the latter, are we?"

I smiled at her pouty face. "Having an extra hand ...