As the witch’s life ebbed out of her and colored the patch of moonlight she possessed the trees swayed back into their normal position. My mates and my former alpha ran to me and stopped short as they saw the bloody terrain. “Morgan?” Cya whispered.
“The witch is dead, but she’s not the only enemy. We have to find Mana or we will face worse.”
“Wait, Morgan,” Cya was shaking his head at me. “I found out from the others, my pack, my mom’s pack, it’s being attacked. We have to go save them!”
I tilted my head as I listened. The smoke still curled from my chest where my fur had been singed. “We don’t have time to backtrack.” I nodded to the corpse of the hellcat. “They are sacrificing those they have taken and using their blood to create those.”
A flash of anger zipped along the bond but I
