CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Noah's POV

I followed Colin through the pack house, as he led me outside. About a dozen soldiers were already waiting at the door, and they straightened as we walked out, giving stiff salutes.

I turned to Colin, feeling anger stir within me. "Where are those bastard wolves?"

Colin pointed to his left. "Our sentries at the west border spotted them slowly approaching from afar. They quickly sent word to me. By now, they should be close to us."

Without waiting for him to say another word, I turned to the west border and stormed in that direction, Colin and the rest of the guards closely behind me.

In no time I got to the border, which was braceleted by a thin expanse of trees. I could see several members of our troops, hiding behind trees with their swords and weapons unsheathed. Another number of soldiers had changed into their wolf forms, standing just beyond the expanse of trees, their brindling bodies rippling with suppressed lycan energy.

I took a spot, crouching behind a tree, and