Lucius’ POV

I chuckled, remembering the battle at Slythindor. It had been a hell of a fight that night; only me, Lucian and Brave, a werewolf from another pack were holed up in an apartment building, the Blackshade pack constantly bombarding the building.

They had been at spies gathering information and intelligence about a new weapon that the Blackshades were making when someone in their unit ratted them out and all hell broke loose.

The commander of the Blackshade’s army known for his ruthlessness had sent the elite team in a large number to take them out while also blocking all the borders that led to the pack’s territory to...