Scott's POV
The office door slams shut behind me, and I slide the metal bar across it. My hands are shaking. f*****g shaking like some scared pup.
Through the reinforced glass window, I can see my men scattered across the warehouse floor like broken toys. Half of them are dead. The other half are running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
"f*****g idiots," I mutter, wiping sweat from my forehead.
The security monitors flicker to life as I punch in the code. Twelve screens showing different angles of the warehouse. On screen three, I can see Marcus helping two injured enforcers toward the exit. On screen seven, there's blood splattered across the concrete where someone didn't make it out in time.
But it's screen nine that makes my blood freeze.
Damon. In full wolf form. Mo
