57. Too Late

Five Hundred Years Ago

After leaving Ruby in the hunting cabin, Alexander went back to the place they had been ambushed by the werewolves.

He found the werewolves gone, but he caught up to the tribesmen. He couldn’t let them go. He didn’t intend on staying at the tribe anymore, but it didn’t matter.

Every human who knew his true nature had to go. They also had to pay for putting Ruby in danger.

As their screams rendered the air as he worked through them, he thought about Ruby’s face a few moments ago. She would hate him even more when she knew he had gone after them. If she could hate him any more than she already did. He had murdered her father.

He knew she would have sunk that dagger into his heart if he had stayed for a second longer.

He had just dropped the drained body of the acting chief to the ground when a huge black wolf rushed onto the scene.

He waited for more, but none showed up. The wolf poised ready to attack.

“Where is she?” the werewolf’s voice reached his