To hell with you.

Alpha James.

For the last time, I turned to look back to see if anyone was after me, but the coast was clear. There was no sign of any other human being, nor did my wolf smell any threat around. Relaxing a bit, I dashed in the direction of Alpha Cyrus’s pack. When I got there, the guards at the gate took a look at me, then at each other, trying to see if they should let me in.

I couldn’t blame them for the look because I felt like hell worn over myself. So, I didn’t need a soothsayer to alert me to the fact that I was looking very bad. Heck, my head hurt like it was being hammered and my left hand was twisted in an odd form, so I knew that I had broken the bone.

Because Alpha Gaius had always been gentle and stayed away from trouble, I had assumed that it was because he was a weakling. Little did I know that I was wrong.

If it hadn’t been for the distraction that happened, I was very sure I would be a dead man by now.

My mind went to Roman briefly as I pondered on whether he had