Randall sat lost in his own thoughts, alone in his chamber, as Reagan's words replayed repeatedly in his head.
'you have to guard your pack and everything you love, Randall. Rashka is alive. He will come for you and everything you care about.'
Those words hunted him. He clutched the arms of his ornately carved oak chair, his deep green eyes mirroring dawning terror.
Randall shot up from his chair and began pacing the confines of the chamber like a caged wolf. His potion lay untouched on his study table. Now wasn't the time to sleep. It was a crucial time.
'he might have already returned. Perhaps, he killed your warriors... Just a wild guess,' Reagan's words kept coming up.
Alpha Randall found it hard to believe. He had made sure to stick the stake right through Rashka's heart. There
