Lucian
After making the rounds with Rowan, I was impressed. No, satisfied. Mara hadn’t been bluffing when she said she’d throw money into weaponry. She’d done more than that, she’d turned our stockpile into a small-scale war machine.
Silver-laced grenades, hollow-point bullets dipped in silver, and gas canisters designed to choke the life out of any wolf that breathed them in, we had enough firepower to bring Rockville to its knees. With just fifteen of us, we could leave it smoldering.
I didn’t want surrender. I didn’t want prisoners. Chase’s followers had chosen their side. I was going to wipe that choice off the map, and leave the rest of his allies wondering who was next. Mara had been right: there was no way they could be this well-armed. We had the advantage. And I intended to use
