Chapter 28 - Ripped apart.

Oliver

We looked everywhere! I tore that bastard’s packhouse apart, but there was no sign of him or Helena anywhere. People were saying that my grief made me believe he was still alive. I killed him. He wasn’t there anymore, so he couldn’t possibly be behind this. The werewolves had declared war on us and I had to strengthen our borders. I have to think about my people right now.

“Son, they took her for a reason. She is more valuable to them alive than dead.” My father patted my shoulder and I sighed deeply, nodding. The werewolves were coming for my people and protecting them had to be my priority. We were fighting werewolves on all sides of our borders, and I was beginning to wonder where the hell all of them came from.

We were stronger and faster, but they outnumbered us four to one. That didn’t stop my people from fighting. It was either that or die. The war had come right to our doorstep, and it was what I originally tried to avoid. I should have killed all of them. When Helena b