Ezra POV
The Pack House had been destroyed. The House that stood for centuries had been brought to its knees. My Pack was next. I saw loss and distraction befall the Pack I’ve worked myself to death to build come crumbling before my eyes. Hunter broke free and the cell doors weren’t strong enough to keep Bowen at bay.
My betas were down, Hunter ran off and I was completely alone.
I backed Bowen into a corner. My blood was all over the place but my wolf wasn’t backing down. Bowen’s cursed wolf growled and panted. He was tired. He couldn’t do this for much longer.
I pounced on him and locked my jaw around his neck.
After this I’m getting rid of half the beta army and the rest are going through gruelling routines. How the hell are they all down?
“One last chance, who’s your master?” I growled through the mind link.
“Go to hell, Ezra.”
“Then die.&
