CHAPTER 13: DARK WITCH

ALPHA'S POV

"Alpha! Alpha!" Carson woke us up from our nap as he shouted through

our pack link.

We were still in the woods near the stream, and it was the early hours of the

morning.

I didn't need to ask if something was wrong. I could feel it.

"Carson, where are you?"

"We're at the Northeastern border."

"I'm on my way."

We arrived in record time. The stench of death permeated the air.

There were dead wolves scattered all over.

ROGUES!

Two charred bodies caught my eyes.

Were those witches?

Declan, my Gamma and third in charge, was the first to realise that I've

arrived. "Alpha!" He bowed in respect.

The heads of the other warriors were now focused on me.

I was still in my wolf form, but with the snapping of bones, hands and feet

replaced my paws.

"Somebody get me some clothes!" I used my Alpha tone.

I heard shuffling of feet and within no time someone handed me a shirt and

trousers.

I slipped into the trousers and then slid the shirt on my torso.

In war, there were always casualties.