AMOS
I ordered the rest of the guards to go ahead and took the intruders to an empty camp. Everyone’s masks are already off, but my eyes are directed to the potential Alpha.
“You, who are you?” I asked. He seemed to be the youngest of the group as well, probably in his late teens. Most of the alphas come from a single bloodline, meaning the man in front of me is probably a son of a pack’s Alpha but not the sole heir.
“Felix.” He answered with a voice still full of pride, definitely an Alpha’s son.
I rolled my eyes at his attempt at sarcasm, “You know that is not what I’m talking about.”
I got up, picked up the nearest weapon beside me, and pointed it to one of his people. He is wounded and weak from blood loss and is yet to heal. Another wound could be fatal.
“I stopped myself earlie
