Chapter 101

Alfredo’s Pov

A scream woke me up in the morning. I was up on my feet, readying against any attack. It was more than enough that I was losing a war in barely a week, losing almost half of my men to Nightshade pack.

Sheila was up also, a frightened look on her face. With my finger on my lips, I gestured for her to keep quiet while I made my way to the front of the house.

Some of my men had returned, but my mother stood in front of them. She was the one that had screamed.

My gaze went to the cause of her scream as I knew she’d not scream for nothing. It stood in front of me. Like a warning, a threat, and yet, none of my plans yet accomplished. Mr Peter’s head was on a stake, held in the arms of a forbearer.

It took me nothing to walk up to him; the bearer of bad news. He was on his knees with my claws pointing up into his face while I held on to the stake hoisting Mr. Peter’s head. I let go of the messenger, letting him gurgle and choke on his blood.

“Go home,” I said to the remaining m