Book 1
Ranked #1 in badboys: May 2018
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The Wulf family is infamous in the werewolf community. Their family was the first. The origins of their kind. They are more aggressive and beastly. Their wolves more ruthless and blood thirsty. Th...
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The plan was simple, ambush after dark.
Rage was trying hard not to second guess himself as he watched the pack move about.
The Alpha only left the house once, walking to another before returning a few hours later. The tricky part was getting past the other's who lived there too. From what he could tell there were at least six others that lived there, it mostly appeared to be the young males of the pack, ranging from around twelve years old to around twenty.
This Alpha did not deserve to be one. He was worthless, he couldn't do the most important thing, take care of his pack. It was no wonder that people were getting away with things like what was happening to Willow.
"What?" a voice yelled, drawing his attention back to the main house, the Alpha stood in the doorway as he sneered at the woman. She jumped at his words, startled by the tone he used. The glass food dish she was holding slipped from her fingers and the contents spilled onto both of them before splattering onto the ground, the bowl braking on impacted.
"What the fu**k is wrong with you?" the Alpha growled, reaching out to grip her by the neck.
Rage had to stop himself from moving from his hiding spot, even if he wanted to stop him. He couldn't, he needed to stay where he was until nightfall, then he would kill this sorry excuse of a male. He planned on making it slow and painful, even with the possibility of pack members coming after him for it.
Some part of him doubted it, he doubted the pack, or at least most of the pack, would really care if their Alpha was dead.
Rage had silently watched the pack all day.As the sun set, and he knew it would be soon time to take action.
It took a while for the pack to settle down for the evening, the last house light going out well after midnight. Rage didn't mind though, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
The moon was high in the sky when he made his way out of his hiding spot, the crickets silencing their music as they sensed the beast move. The predatory air about him did that to the wildlife when they sensed him, striking fear into them, immobilizing them with fear.
