CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

The wolves come pouring out of the trees, their teeth bared as they rush towards the shifters, members of my own pack who had been chasing after Lucas.

I stand tall and firm, hatred in my eyes as I watch the wolves go after them.

My pack mates look stunned at first as they look at me and after fending themselves off. They realise that they’re not going to win so they turn around and flee.

“Stop,” I say, quietly and all the wolves freeze, turning to look back at me and I continue. “Let them escape.”

I know who they are. I glimpsed the scars on their paws.

They are Hunter’s private soldiers. Alphas don’t usually have a private army but it Hunter’s father had created one. It was a small force of ten very deadly shifters. Hunter had once revealed their existence to me when we were young. He had boasted about how they would serve him when he became Alpha.

All ten members bore rigid scars on their wrists. It was their identifying mark.

So that’s what Hunter meant when