Chance’s POV
A low growl roared from my lips, so low and authoritarian that it made the earth beneath our feet unsteady enough, that everyone, including the rogues, froze in their places. All eyes at that moment simultaneously turned to the direct center of the football field, where my brothers and I stood united together on the fifty-yard line, with the stadium lights pointing directly at us.
If these sons of a bitches wanted to take our territory, then I wanted them to know exactly what the hell they were now up against, because the way I saw it, my father lost his rights to be our Alpha before he even became it. After hearing his side of the story verses our uncle’s, I knew where he and his brother had gone wrong all those years ago, and I would be damned if I allowed history to repea
