A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
They play the victim in circumstances they created.
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He crouched behind thick shrubbery, his eyes following the distant sight of his unknowing prey.
Russell and Sutton fell in beside him. Almost every week, he found himself on the lines of enemy territories with his siblings, of whom were potentially his enemy as well. Especially Russell, he hated the hot-headed, atrocious nature of his brother. He was always left to do the dirtiest of works while his siblings dipped their greedy hands into dark, red blood.
His family was a twisted one, in every definition, and he could only shake his head when they committed dirty tricks and cheats--though he always found himself drug into the whole mess. Right now, they were hunting the newest Alpha of Lyon's Pack, which had been a rival to Braxton's for years. They had tried to form an alliance once but it had gone wrong, and he guessed it was the malicious nature of Braxton. Even he could sense the darkness, the death, and the greed to achieve it all.
Sutton shifted on her toes, peeking around the bush for a better viewpoint. He quietly observed the group of wolves standing merely a few hundred feet away. It was directly on their pack territory lines and he knew they would be forced to cross. His mind unconsciously drifted to escape, he could make a run for it through Lyon's, but his hope was quickly doused when he remembered the guards--or rather the Enforcers, they were much larger and swifter than he. They were watching, if only a few feet behind them, and he was in no condition to run over hundreds of miles to attempt to escape them. His father had him on a leash as usual, he hated it. One day, he would evade the Enforcers who kept him prisoner on this land.
He clenched his jaw and refocused on the task at hand. Five of them. Four were warrior wolves and the fifth was their target--the Alpha. Just a few moments ago, the patrol changed shifts, and since it was a quiet morning there was no alarm or superstition. That would be their advantage to strike. It would be three against five but he had fought worse. Russell was twitching, as if an animalistic craze was burrowing into his skin. His brother looked nothing like the human form they borrowed. A true monster lurked beneath, gleaming through dead eyes, and he always had to be cautious around Russell. The unpredictability was what unnerved him.
Eventually, one of the warrior wolves left through the woods. That left four. His muscles tensed and he knew his siblings were itching to strike. The Alpha came closer, still talking with the other two, and he figured the man looked pretty young to be an Alpha. It made perfect sense why Braxton would target this Alpha, it would be an easy conquering. Helpless prey, old habits never die, and unfortunately continued to feed the greedy bastard.
Russell let out an impatient breath and then stood. His gaze snapped upwards to his brother in unfiltered anger. This always happened and he'd be damned if one day it got them killed. Russell always struck out of timing, like a fool, and he was forced to clean up the act.
