Chapter Hundred Eleven

Noah's POV

We were winning.

Or so it seemed.

No, I know we were winning. It started as a tough battle at first especially when they got the upper hand by taking us by surprise- I still wondered how they might have known where we were and we fought to regain our defense since they were attacking mercilessly but hours of training won out and we started to beat them back.

Their numbers were gradually reducing, and it also helped that we had support from the Grand Canyon pack since they were furious that they were attacked in their home. I was tearing my way through the men, my eyes trained on the prize, killing mercilessly and without remorse as I inched closer to the man at the helm of all this.

Damon Westwood.

I had had enough of his constant interference in our lives, and once and for all...I wanted to end it.

By stabbing a knife through his cold heart.

Or by beheading him.

Whichever way works for me.

But it seems that just when I was within reach of him, I would spin around and he w