The loud ring distracted me from my thoughts and l felt a certain fear. He only called when things were truly bad.
“Alpha Astor,” a tired, deep voice said. “We have trouble. Kyle attacked again. The SilverStone Pack.”
The news hit me like a punch. Kyle. The name tasted like poison. My vision blurred with dark, sharp anger. Another pack gone. How many more innocent people will he destroy? I saw my father’s face in my mind, the pain and the unfairness of his death. All the hurt turned into a burning need for revenge.
“The Silver Stone Pack,” I repeated, my voice a low, angry sound. “He gets bolder with every attack.” I made tight fists, my knuckles white. This was more than just protecting others now. This was personal. He had taken my father, and now he was leaving a path of disaster. I
