The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead
POV: JACKSON
"Alpha, there's a rogue attack at the borders," my Delta, Sam, communicated through our mind link.
"Gather some warriors and head out; I'm on my way," I replied, stepping out of my office.
These relentless rogues never seem to learn. Each one that has dared to attack my pack has met a grim end-death. I refuse to let another rogue attack threaten my pack, not this time.
Changing into my wolf form, I raced towards the borders. My wolf, JJ, is a massive grey beast. I sprinted swiftly until I reached the frontline. My warriors were already engaged, snapping necks and killing rogues as instructed. There would be no mercy shown today.