Venting His Anger For His Mate

Hours before the call from Beta Seymor to Diana...

“Alpha Dylan, our men received your command. They are on their way to the Crescent Pack,” said the man, wrapped in a cloak. The lush forest reflected on his deep emerald eyes with a good amount of specks of gold. He stared ahead while he was one step behind the towering man, who was also in a cloak.

Around them were dozens of people who were also wearing cloaks from a variety of fabrics—they made theirs as pungent as possible to confuse their enemies with their original scents. Disappearing and appearing between the pine trees and the oak trees that littered the northern territorial entrance of the Crescent Pack, people from different packs would pass by this part since this was a no-man territory and it was the shortest roué to the Werewolf Committee.

A fraction of his blonde locks protruded from the hood while he was keeping up with the other man’s pace. “Crescent is a lively place to settle in, yeah? Too bad it did not treat Miss