AZRIEL’S POV

I headed back to the training ground sporting a bruised lip. 

Odd looks were thrown my way as I passed members of the pack, but no one was bold enough to ask what went wrong. 

These days, everyone was a shadow of themselves - trying to hide from my sight with hopes that they wouldn’t be the next to die. 

I missed the days when I was looked upon with love and reverence as a protector and beta of the pack. 

Now, I was seen as an angel of death - Picking up wolves from their families and sending them to their deaths - just like I was...