In the city, just where they had marked out, trouble had erupted that night. What they had predicted was coming to pass, but it was happening sooner, and far worse, than anyone could have imagined, not even the three leaders of the Pack.
The clock had barely struck one when Blackwood’s men crept into the heart of the sleeping city like rogue wolves into an unguarded pen. Their boots echoed across the empty streets, echoing off the cracked concrete, and their shadows filled the city through the flickering streetlights.
They were all dressed in black, masked and armed with sharp swords, cans of gasoline with lighters, chains, and handguns. They stormed into the small city with one purpose: to cause havoc. Their eyes held a glint of wicked anticipation. This wasn't their mission, it was al
