CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Location: Brighton's Pack Hall.

"Well well well, who do we have here?" Shirley sneered.

"Brighton, welcome to your doom." She said, laughing maniacally.

The female werewolf flailed in the air with a promise of retribution shining in her eyes. It only made her laugh harder.

Shirley's chest puffed with pride at the possibility of successfully pulling her attack off. The only thing holding her back was Emily. She could feel Emily resisting the hoax she'd cast on her. If only the bitch would just pick a sacrifice, they'd be able to complete the spell that would wipe out more than half, if not all of the werewolves gathered in the hall.

Her laughter was cut short as a gust of power hit her, making her apparition flicker. A sense of foreboding swept through her being. The hold she had on the pack stretched thin, threatening to snap into pieces.

The lady she'd suspended in the air fell to the floor with a loud thud. Growls echoed around her as most of the wolves regained their energy. Cha