I looked again at the black smoke I've seen awhile ago but I didn't see a single shadow there. It only means one thing, it's all just tired so I should go inside the packhouse.

"Of course, back to work," I promised with a sigh as I continued walking. "Tired of persuasion again. Shocking. Will that Alpha really not soften? Actually, I can cook him alive... but first I'll need a big pot, a big spatula, a big jug of water—"

I was interrupted from babbling when I was suddenly knocked over by the tremendous force of the wind that hit me. I was about to grunt when someone put...