Chapter 160

Ethan’s POV

The pack of werewolves, their fur a mix of dark browns and grays under the moonlit skies, snarled and bared their razor-sharp fangs at me. They circled me with predator's instinct going through their minds as I was wary of their ability.

Their eyes glinting with fiery hunger, their breaths heavy with anticipation, I knew they were out for blood. These kinds of wolves didn’t attack for fun. They attacked for hunger. They were beasts and not the good kind.

Unlike Damien and his fellow rogues, this rogue preyed on packs and rogues outside their territories.

They attacked desert crossers.

Suddenly, they jumped to attack me as I smacked the first one away. They had underestimated my strength, my experience as a beta and the drug in my system which was pushing me to go further with my killing intents.

The odds seemed stacked against me when it came to numbers but in reality, they were outnumbered due to my strength and speed. The determination burning in my eyes fueled my re