Chapter 10

ADRIAN'S POV

"I must find whoever owns this scent!! I won't stop until I find him so that I can fulfill my promise to my annoying father!!" I muttered to myself as I continued to follow the strong scent given to me by the moon goddess.

The night was dark and cold. The war was still ongoing and more Werewolves were being massacred. Some Werewolves had their head ripped off from their neck while others had their chests torn apart with their hearts ripped out. Everywhere was a bloody mess and the scent of blood was strong in the night wind.

I was tired of fighting with young lads or should I call them servants? To me, any Werewolf that isn't an Alpha or a Beta is just a mere servant and they disgust me. You can call it pride or whatever – I don't care. I craved to face the real deal, the leader, the one who ordered the attack on my pack, the one who made my father insult me. I touched my face as I remembered how my father struck me on the face with his claws, leaving four gaping red line