Pack Out (Wolf Book 2) (Editing)

The Alarms

The sirens went up, Two groups of wolves from the war were called to me.

Jake and tyler had to stay behind, but i was now in control of derek's group and another, none of which id met before.

They looked eager for action, andonce they found out who, what and who i was realated to, the excitement tripled.

We shifted, the plan already made.

There were 44 of us, so we would split into 4 groups of eleven, and spread out along the river, searching for the missing scent.

Id felt wavering pain the entire time, and as each horrible burn hit me i gritted my teeth, the need to find my mate growing.

His scent was almost gone at the river and we crossed it, passing into tallen pack lands.

They new we would be on their lands so no fuss was created, and four wolves appeared to help us, one per group.

After almost two hours of searching in and out of pack lands, i was called out to where derek could be sensed and spelt the strongest.

Another pack.

Anger grew strongly with my rage shaking body,pissed being the biggest understatement ever.

A guy with me recognized the smell of this pack from the war, as the escaped enemies.

Why would they kidnapp my mate but not THE FREAKING ALPHAS.

I didnt want them kidnapped,it just made no sense...

or did it.

Im a draison.

Hes my mate.

The last war was ended by a draison.

Draisons are the ultimate enemy.

It all pieced together.

I growled.

"Fuck"

We watched a massive building from the distance, planning our attack from a distance.

The rest id sent back to camp to alert Jake and Tylar about what was happening.

Guards were placed around the modern house, my mate's smell and barely consious prescence making me twitch in hate.

How dare they.

No one harms my mate and gets away with it alive.

We were found.

And so the plan begins.

What, you thought we didnt mean to get caught?