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...
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He stood with his arms crossed.
They had made it back to their own territory in one piece. Unfortunately. He was hoping for a surprise attack from one of their many enemies and he would slip away in the fray. Like the ghost he had always been, he would be gone with the wind the next second of opportunity he saw. His own wolf was restless, pacing the boundary of his mind.
He watched their injured limp into the packhouses. Riveted flesh and chalk-white bone were the only things he saw. Most of the wolves that went in had barely come back out. He sneered, if only he had gotten more time, he would have made sure they never rose from their bloody, unburied grave, where they would never find rest for their black souls.
However, he was mentally counting the bodies that ambled by him, taking into account the strength of their pack after the battle they had initiated. It was usually something that Sutton did but shortly after they got back, she and Russell had taken off with the boy to the rogue prison. He never even got the kid's name. It was a cold, dead world, and he had to keep that in his mind so the grief did not consume him.
An Enforcer stood off to his right, he could feel their eyes burning into his back, waiting for him to take a wrong step while Braxton was unconscious with the Healer. He had to fight the twisted smirk that tried to cover his lips. He may be craving for freedom but he wasn't stupid, he would wait until the dead of night when the pack was least likely to expect someone to slip past their guard. The aftermath of the battle made them weary as well so that would certainly work in his favor.
He was also waiting for his wolf to heal their own injuries. He could still feel the numbed burn of his torn flesh and strained muscles. Luckily, there were no broken bones because those took up to a day to fully heal. His wolf grew even more restless in his mind, snarling and snapping teeth, and he frowned. Mentally, he asked what had gotten into his wolf.
His wolf never answered.
Instead, his entire body froze when a scent hit him.
His eyes snapped towards a group of men laughing. They had just emerged from the treeline but his brow furrowed when they were looking down, as if something was on the ground, and he was too far away to see exactly what it was. More boisterous laughter erupted, one of the men moved to kick at whatever was on the ground, and a woman cried out. His wolf snarled angrily.
No.
This wasn't happening. Not now. He felt his entire heart lurch in his chest, a painful stab of pain crawled through the ribs that encased his fluttering lungs. Realization slammed through him, stealing every ounce of oxygen from the suddenly thin air, and only after the second of shock passed did he feel dread quickly form. A heaviness crushed his gut as bile bubbled up his throat.
