178-Rogue Alpha

ANTHONY GOTHAM

The trip to the other allying packs was not going well, and the sun had set well over the line of the horizon when we reached the black, ominous mass of slender trees.

“This is bad Anthony, damned near all of our allies have defected to Cove. What the fuck is Alaric even giving them? That beast has nothing to offer but pain and more fucking suffering!” Fedora hissed, her black eyes flashing between the cloth mask she wrapped around her face as our horses trotted around the dirt path.

I hadn't wanted to think about it, but the woman was right. There were only so many traitors I could kill.

Alaric Wolfe’s army was growing too darn close to Gotham and I didn't like it in the least bit.

“Power. Isn't it obvious? Every mutt in Wolf County has blood lust the size of the fucking Atlantic!” I spat acidly, raising a hand to stop the march when my ears flexed on the quiet rustling sound coming only a few feet away from us.

“Torches out!” I rasped through my teeth and the guard's