Reaper.
I’m not sure how he did it, but I’ve never felt a name more fitting.
The walking embodiment of death. The right hand of the devil himself. Delivering death to those whose time has come.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
The moment my boots touched the ground in what used to be Silver Crest; I felt the hot searing anger bubbling beneath my skin. The six of us took only a few seconds to assess the c*****e that went on for miles.
Pack members had begun filing out of the bunker to assist in recovery.
But the smell in the air was one I’d never forget. My body prickled with goosebumps as the truth settled in.
This is only the beginning.
Lucia whimpered in my head as we sprung into action.
“Do not lower your masks,” Ghost gritted out the reminder as we headed towards
