Zephyrus’ POV

“Attack them,” snarled Felixe and his warriors rushed forward, baring their fangs, ready for war.

“Go Lucerians, defend our pack and motherland,” I yelled at my warriors.

They all surged ahead to face the encroaching warriors while I, Stavros, and Homer, my Delta, went on a killing spree, facing his skilled warriors fearlessly. It wasn’t an arduous task for me. A bite or a scratch from my sharp claws was enough to kill them.

There was utter chaos all around me. ...