Anaiah's POV
Earlier at the border.
Reaching the border, we found rogues attacking our people, they were so many and where did they come from? Anger bubbled in me when a rogue slashed a pack member with his claws, I noticed that they were slayers amongst them who had shifted. I thought they were all held at the facility to receive help. I shared a glance with Erickson and he was conflicted by them as well.
"Enough," The earth shook beneath me with that command and they all stopped, there was a silence as they all turned their malicious gaze on me. A few shifter slayers even smiled. They were still here for me.
I told the men to fall back and reluctantly they did, I stepped forward, with Erickson close
"You're here for me?" I ask in a cold tone. A huge bald man with a tatto
