Luro’s POV
I adjusted the scarf concealing my face for the hundredth time as I neared the territory of the Bloodfest Pack. I was dressed in a long black gown with a broad waistband. The pouch tucked to my waistband gave off a strong stench of lavender. Raphael had said that it would blend with my scent and confuse the other werewolves. Yet, I felt nervous; not because I was afraid of dying. I just didn’t want to mess this up. I wanted to do this one thing correctly.
“You will have to go alone from here,” Lily said as she parked the car behind the think undergrowth of brambles. She patted my arm once, “Be careful. All our lives depend on you, Luro.”
I drew in a deep breath and nodded, “I won’t disappoint you. Today will mark the end of Alpha Dimon’s terrorizing rule….” Pausing for a m
