RYDEN

　　　“Alpha!” Trent stormed inside the pack house into the dining room where everyone was having their breakfast. His hands were on his knees, breathing heavily.

　　　“Trent, what is it?” My gut twisted as I instantly saw the horror on his face. I stood up abruptly and walked away from the rest.

　　　“While I was scouting the perimeters, a werewolf dropped Brant’s head outside the border.” He breathed deeply, wiping his sweat and ...