Hunters POV
I ran out of the front door and shifted. My clothes tearing as my bones snap and fur sprouts from my skin. One of the guards were attacked by the front gates.
“My king, he’s not doing too good.” Mark said.
I looked down to see the guard bleeding profusely. His chest and stomach ripped wide open.
“Why isn’t he healing?” I asked.
“Wolfsbane. And it seems he was attacked with silver. I wouldn’t say a knife though, more like claws dipped in silver.”
“Take him to the pack doctors. Where’s the wolf?” I looked around.
“He got away. It’s like the intention wasn’t to attack everyone. Kind of like a distraction.” Mathew said.
“For what?” I’m confused. I shook my head thinking then it hit me. My eyes widened.
“Gen.” I snarled. I turned around and mind linked the entire castle
