Dylan's POV
It's high time I pay the Red Moon Pack a visit. And trust me, it's not going to be a peaceful one. They attacked my pack two damn times. Killed my people. And now they walk around like they own the world? No. Not on my watch.
If they think for one second that I'm afraid of them, then they've got another thing coming. Just because they're the most feared werewolf pack doesn't give them the right to barge into my land whenever they like and slaughter my people.
If I don’t retaliate, if I don’t show them the consequences of messing with my people, they’ll think we’re cowards. They’ll think I’m weak.
Well, I’m not. I might have lost my wolf, but I still have my pride. And I swear on the blood of my ancestors, no one – not even the Red Moon Pack – f***s with my pack and walks
