Footsteps rang through the forest , loud and determined to escape from whatever they had done.
The assassin ran forward and stopped before a figure.
“Alpha Julian.” The assassin bowed to the middle-aged but sharp-featured man.
“Did you get it done?” Julian asked.
“Yes. I shot her in the chest.”
“With how many arrows exactly?”
The assassin shifted uneasily. “Just one, Alpha. She’s human, she won’t survive it.”
Julian’s gaze darkened. “I told you to shoot with two for a reason. She had better not live. I want the King dead. The throne of Selvayra will finally belong to the Moonbane Pack. If she survives… trust me, I’ll kill you myself.”
The assassin’s throat bobbed as he bowed again. “Yes, Alpha.”
Julian turned away, his jaw hardening as old memories stirred. All his life he had hun
