Alexander’s POV

"What are they doing?" I asked, peering through the binoculars at an open clearing at the base of the mountain where a few rogue wolves were building a massive bonfire and erecting something like a stage. The camps were left empty when the captured pack members were all brought down to this one isolated spot tucked away among the mountains.

"That looks like my sister," Luke remarked, pointing to a doorway where the wolves were forced into. He jumped to his feet, and I grabbed hold of his arm, shaking my head.

"But!" With a growl, he wrenched his arm from my grasp.

"Not yet," I linked him...