Zyair Pov
“.....the true alpha of the moonlight pack, my youngest brother. Zyair Wren. I’m sorry.” Sean bowed. I didn’t know he would surrender so quickly. He would always put up a fight to the very last, so I didn’t know what to do even when he thrust his claws into his chest after he shifted again. I just stare at the moon.
My heart sunk.
Something must have been wrong with them for him to just give up like that.
Then I remembered the curse.
The wolves were dying. Everyone and nothing could be done to stop it. I stared at the remaining wolves whose head was still down. Some were shaky, some old. But the strength was there. The other time I looked, it was just Amaia, Creamy, and Franco and a few other salmon wolves standing and about a thousand moonlight packs. Now, with my eyes on her, I saw how she had killed most of the wolves who’d got closer to her, even without touching them, their strength she was abstracting. Her speed in which she runs, her eyes. In that hoodie, I’d tho
