The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the Alpha’s residence like a war cry. The ornate vase lay in pieces at Alpha Juno’s feet. His chest heaved as he read news that had just arrived from the Phantom Moon pack.
“How?” he hissed, voice trembling with fury. “How the hell did they survive again?”
Just moments ago, Rome had been standing in this pack. And now the report claimed he had already reached Phantom Moon and led a successful counterattack?
His lips curled. Impossible. The pack was supposed to be vulnerable. Half their army had been drawn away. Five hundred rogue soldiers ruthless, bloodthirsty, and born to kill, had been deployed in secret. And now… they were all dead. Every single one of them.
Juno paced the room like a caged beast, his mind reeling.
What sort of monsters guarded that cursed territory? What kind of warriors could decimate an army of five hundred rogues?
No one knew he had orchestrated the attack. Not even Alpha of DarkMoon who was his own ally. This h
