243. Done

~ RIG ~

I started towards her, but was halted almost immediately as I watched in awe while my mate carved through lines of wolves as if they were butter.

Claws, teeth, whirling body—despite her bulk, she moved like liquid, tail lashing and claws like wicked hooks designed to tear through fur and flesh.

I shook and trembled because my father’s power was shifting to me and my veins were boiling with it—while the rest of me simmered in the rising rage and terror of the wolves around us.

The transfer of Alpha should have been peaceful. There was an established hierarchy waiting, swelling with the newfound power. But my father was a liar and cheat, and he’d encouraged his wolves towards the same.

The hierarchy, the elders, his advisors, every pack and family of power rolled towards us, howling in rage and fear.

And my wolves, newly risen and brimming with the triumph of victory and the added confidence of success, tore right back to meet them.

Mack, Charlie, Jack, and Natalie tore for me,