Buildings burned from around us as embers tore through the brick buildings, an eerie sense of Deja-vu coursed through my veins as I held Razael’s hand and pushed through the erratic crowd, Orion pushed us forward, clearing a path in the dense surroundings. Trees grew alit with activity as rampant humans ripped the vegetation from the ground as they fought back against their wolf suppressors. Brown eyes stared beyond us as they made their way towards the packhouse, the source of their years-long of torment and servitude, it was meant to be our only form of escape.
Azrael will be too preoccupied to notice his Mate, Beta, and son missing, I thought sullenly.
“This chaos won't last long,” Orion said with a grunt.
“Orion,” I said my voice scattering amongst the commotion.
“Not now, Alaïa,”
