Troy
I’d barely given my wolf permission before he tore out of me. Before I couldn’t talk to her, I snarled at Kiana to head to the basement before I barreled out of the room. It was the safest place for her, not that I would let any of the wolves get within half a mile of the house.
Nobody was touching her.
I had to stow the pain and sorrow of the deaths. I couldn’t let it weaken me. When this was over, and my land was drenched red with the enemy’s blood, I would mourn and cry for them, but for now, I needed to protect.
My home was in the heart of the pack, but I still felt like it took too damn long to reach the western border. My own wolves were racing from their houses to fight and protect. Everyone had felt the deaths and the panic. Everyone felt the alarm.
The boundary was in ch
