45. Big Egos

Cain didn’t bother hiding as he ran down the road leading to his gates. Dylan hadn’t been kidding. He sensed the dark magic all over his woods—Circle soldiers lying in wait as if they came prepared for war.

Diedre reinforced the wards, so they probably couldn’t go in. But how did the Circle gone in? How were they rounding up his people?

Two vampire assassins stood on either side of his gates as if they owned his pack’s property. Their eyes trailed his movements even though he was still going at breakneck speed, but they didn’t look concerned.

Did they think they had already won? He had no time for this shit. He needed to go back to wait for the Hunters and send Gavin back to his chosen mate and kids.

Without stopping, he launched over the high gates. The vampires didn’t even flinch. He should have killed all of them when he had the chance. Lesson learned. He’d gone soft when he’d been counting down the days to his death when the witch cursed him, and even more so after accepting