Chapter Twenty Two Morgan Bane's POV
Covered in blood, some mine, some from the wolves I killed. My limbs moved fluidly and without command, striking down every rogue wolf I could. I paused suddenly frozen in place as a pained whine echoed through the valley. I turned my head sharply in the direction it came from, horror at what greeted me settling deep into my bones. Casey's mother, her throat ripped out as she slumped lifelessly to the ground next to her father's body. "Like what you see?" I heard a voice chuckle sinisterly. I turned towards it quickly as the wolf lashed out with his claws, raking my face which caused me to whimper. "I did that, first was the old man. He was strong but seemed to have gotten soft in the last few years, he did put up a fight and I guess he just wasn't good enough. I found it entertaining you
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