Luciana gulped down the alcohol, glaring at the pictures of her dead warriors. Nineteen healthy daughters of hers were dead.

She threw everything down on her table but caught the alcohol bottle before it landed; she still needed more of it to prevent her from killing someone.

“Alpha, the elders are back. Garcia is as well. She asks if we should sneak to Johnson’s pack for an ambush,” Avery asked in her mind link.

Luciana shut off the mind link without any response. It was useless, and she preferred a confrontation over an ambush.

Johnson was biting more than he could freaking chew! She went livid just thinking of how...