Riley's POV
It had been a long day before I slipped into a restless sleep, I awake to the light brush of breath on my cheak. I open my eyes, only to be knocked out cold. When I awake again, I am being pulled from a vehicle and draged into a house. Stupid rogues, why am I at a pack house, panick hit me as I was dragged into the office of the Alpha of lycans, what was this, what was to happen to the rest of us werewolves if the lycans were working with the rogues.
Mason's POV
I sinced them as soon as they entred my terriotry, my wolf was on edge but it was more than that, being a Lycan was a huge advantage, our race was superior in strenghts to those of our lesser werewolf kind. But my wolf was itching, "She's here. They have taken her.... I'm Going To Kill. Evey. Last. One of them." "What the hell are you talking about?" He gave no answer, I guess I'll find out later.
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THE POWER OF OLD
WerewolfRiley Rider was not known for being popular, she was known for being smart, fierce, protective, never intimidated and strong willed. She could strike fear in the hearts of anyone with her words, but she could do much more than that. Riley is werewol...
