Javier's POV

I had survived many battles in my years. I had fought in wars, both human and werewolf, and I had seen things that I kept buried deep in my mind where my mate would never find them. Still, I had never seen a scene like this, and I had never felt such pride in the men and women who were in my Pack. The dead men who lay in pieces around the shredded entrance door were true heroes, they saved a bunch of lives at the cost of their own.

The Moscow Police had been called. "Alpha," my Theta Ivan said, "Polina's dead, she was burned to death....