Damon’s POV

“No way,” I growled, as anger surged through my veins. As they moved closer to the borders, I almost drowned in the pit of anger and pain.

“My God!” Tunde gasped behind me. “What the hell happened to them?” He asked.

It was evening already, as darkness has slightly covered the earth. We were at the borders awaiting the arrival of the Silverline pack. The Silverline Packs were damaged beyond repair, they were only about fifteen or seventeen in numbers and most of them were wounded while some appeared as if life had departed from them.

A part that was normally supposed to be about seven hundred wolves...