RHAEGAL'S POV

I stood by the window watching as a few selected members of my pack gathered the corpses into the truck. They piled them one after the other and rolled the trolley away. I sipped from my goblet, filling my insides with the hot, burning sensation of the wine. The same wine that sent them to their graves.

Asides the guards who were gathering at the corner of the door, there was another set of people coming together toward the fire. The men and women of the pack, with few children ...