Sixty Eight
Gabriel
Less than half a year ago, the four allied packs launched an attack to the Bailey of the rogues that raided Moon Stone. When they got there, the rogues had already left their Bailey. Behind, they left prisoners they used as slaves during their stay in the area. One of those prisoners was Jamison.
Lead by the Crimson Fangs Alphas, the pack members who left came home days later bringing the prisoners that belonged to Moon Stone. Upon arrival, I was one of those who welcomed them, side by side my nephew and his mate.
There he was, looking thin and tired. A young girl was crying as she wrapped her arms around him. "Brother!" She cried and called him.
I had to hold myself back from running to him when I felt the pull and smelled his wonderful rosewood scent. It was h
