Chapter 7

Cristian looked at the rest of his pack before stopping at his alpha. The man commanded respect just by his presence. His eight-foot-two, plus a hundred and forty-five kilos of pure muscle without a drop of fat, were noticeable from afar. The man always wore his hair down in bluish dark waves dotted with chestnut strands that fell to his shoulders giving a wild look to his masculine face. His piercing eyes were the only ones in the pack that maintained the cool, golden color of his wolf, revealing how close the beast was to the surface.

-This was not planned overnight- Dakota interrupted the silence spreading some papers on the table- They know your partner's schedule and what she does during the day. It's no coincidence that he attacked her when you weren't-

They had gathered in the great hall where they used to spend most of their time. Sergei kept leaning against the back of a piece of furniture, while the rest spread out in front of