Look what your beloved husband did.

Alpha Hades

As the pack of rogues near us, we stand in front of our warriors, our paws digging into the ground, ready to pounce.

Silas prefers to stay behind, he's the dramatic entry type of guy, but on occasions like this, we both agree our place is in front of our pack.

This way, we can assess the danger levels and ensure no one will get past us.

*Take out the biggest, scariest fucked you can see,* Silas repeats the words like a mantra. It's a strategy he keeps close to his heart- while our pack deals with the troops, we get rid of the actual source of danger.

*Break their bones, brother,* I whisper to my wolf.

*But never ours,* Silas adds, finishing our secret war cry.

One after another, the rogues leave the forest and charge right at us. *This is a trap!* I growl at Silas. It's clear someone set us up, and something tells me it's the doing of the old Silver.

My wolf shifts his weight, lowering the front of his body closer to the ground. He'll take off in just a few s