Lacey
I arrived at the border in only a few seconds, the storm brewing in the sky matching the one brewing inside of me.
I looked at the sight in front of me.
No one was attacking, but my men were bloody and beaten, the women they had gone to retrieve supporting them as they limped into the pack lands. The men the other alpha sent with them looked to be in just as bad shape.
I gasped, jumping into action at the same time Fin did.
We called more men over to support them. A few of the women looked injured as well. Thankfully, all of the children seemed to be in good shape — skinny, dirty, and scared — but not physically harmed.
The sky darkened as rage built inside me.
Who would attack a group that looked like this?
But I also understood the alpha’s desperation more clearly now. His
