Lucian
When the gas finally cleared and our ammo was gone, we jumped. One by one, we shifted mid-air, hitting the ground in full form. I landed hard, my claws digging into the dirt. Around me, wolves bearing my mark landed and rose in unison, deadly, silent, ready.
The place wasn’t just civilians. Rockville had teeth. Warriors poured out of buildings and from behind trees, weapons drawn and rage in their eyes. Good. That made this worth it.
I moved fast, faster than thought. I tore through fur and muscle, ripped into chests, crushed bones beneath my jaws. I wasn’t counting bodies. I didn’t need to. The only thing I looked for was my mark. If they didn’t bear it, they died.
Their alpha wasn’t here. Coward.
But his pack would carry the message back. Or rather, what was left of it.
“We
