Chapter Thirty-Seven – Vent
Red’s POV
My wolf hearing caught the young man’s heart thump. He should know that a rogue died the worst death possible. A death only limited to the killer’s imagination.
Every werewolf feared that so he should be wiser and start speaking. “I want to know, how big is your gang?”
His face contorted on hearing his league being called a gang. His shoulders fell and he conceded. “Mine is seven persons. I don’t know for the rest. The league is big.”
They were in different groups? And at least seven in each? Even if these were scattered over all of North America that was still very big.
“Not all of them are in our country, right? So, how many groups are in our country?” I asked further.
“Three. The biggest packs are here so they are more groups here. We also t
