Orrin

“You need to sort this, Orrin!”

I roll my eyes at Mythius. Fucking vampire prick is driving me nuts! I know that I need to sort things, but I’m at a loss for what to do here.

“Your mate is out of control, and the Firsts have been talking. They want Anja neutralised before the week is out.”

I know what that means; they want Anja put down. It won’t happen, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold them off.

After what happened in the woods the other day, things have been slowly getting worse. Anja has killed more people than even I can count.

Goddess knows I understand where Mythius and others are coming from. But I cannot stand back and allow anyone to hurt my mate. Our cubs need her; I need her!

Four days ago, I was called to the forest, where I found my mate torturing rogues. Adrain, Liam, and I ran as fast as we could when Mythius called. Bodies were littering the ground, decapitated, deformed, and bent in unnatural ways.

Dozens upon dozens of rogues were dead as the Firsts,