Earlier that day
Kirra walked out of the van, dressed in her fighting attire, carrying her scabbard. James was staring at her and she blushed.
When Scarlet left, she commanded her fifty fighter wolves. She wasn’t sure if fifty was an overkill, but knowing the attack from the last time, she did not want to take any risks. Especially because she wanted to do everything to get Jade back.
She had confidence in her fighters. They were the top men and women from her pack who were bred to be killing machines since childhood. They trained mercilessly and they protected their pack with their lives.
As she commanded the fighters she could feel James' discomfort. He must have seen so many wolves together for the first time. He knew she needed a second in command since her beta wasn’t chosen yet.
