Zane.
The pungent smell of the rotting carcasses hung heavily in the air, drowning out any other smell within a five-mile radius. I gritted my jaw, stepping over the mess of charred bodies and downright mutilation, with arms, legs, heads strewn all over the place.
Even the damn soil under my shoes was mushy with blood and brains, flies buzzing all over the place.
Reed moved away to the edge, spat into the undergrowth and shook his head, “Here it is, Alpha. The scene of the rogue attack.”
There was a calm, silent rage blistering deep within my chest as I looked over the damage and c*****e my enemies left behind. I had come back to the pack to get away from Cassandra and her irresistible mate pull on me, only to meet the pack in shambles.
Spearing my acid stare to my Beta, I ground out
