Ash POV
Bloodlust. Brevin was itching for a fight. I had spotted several injured and dead members of our pack, and as the future Alpha, my wolf and I were both pissed. Watching Liz comfort her cousin and cry over her uncle wrenched at my heart. I desire vengeance. I can almost taste the blood of my enemies.
I spotted the witch we had rescued, Mari, nearby. She and some other witches were looking our way, and it appeared that they had Aengus completely subdued. He was wearing silver handcuffs behind his back and was sitting on the ground. He didn't look like he was going to put up a fight anyway.
Mari waved at the witches and trotted over to us.
"I see you're both keyed up. I'm sorry for your losses. I was told there were quite a few fatalities. I'm sure you've both lost people. Are y
