Chapter Thirteen
“There is nothing romantic about war. It is ugly. It is deadly. It is literally the antithesis of beauty. And yet we run headlong into it because on the other side of war there is the possibility of something worth fighting for.” ~Fane
Maxim paced the small quarters he’d been given, too wired to even attempt to sleep, even after the workout with Decebel. In a matter of hours the pack would launch their assault on Cain’s compound to rescue Alice. The thought of finally uniting with his mate should fill him with anticipation, but dread gnawed a hole in his gut.
So much could still go wrong. What if they failed to reach her in time? Had Cain managed to create more hybrids? If so, would they prove too deadly to handle? And even if they succeeded, Maxim still had to face Ali
