~Aria~

As Xander tied up Killian, I ripped the promissory note Damon wrote into shreds.

“How far is Logan?” Damon asked, his teeth gnashing in pain—pain from the silver swords he was struck with.

Just before Xander could respond to his question, the doors of the hall opened. Logan strode in with the elders of Blood Moon Pack and their head Gamma warrior being dragged in by Redmoon guards.

“Bloodmoon Pack is taken,” Logan sneered. “Bow to your new Alpha!” he commanded Blood Moon Pack elders and their head guard.

“Please save us, Alpha Damon!” the elders begged as they fell on their knees.

With their Alpha captured, they knew...