Somewhere in Idaho
Lena was still trying to comprehend what she had just seen. The wolf-like creature looked distorted and unlike anything she had ever seen before, but there was no doubt in her mind; the creature was Fenton.
“Who the hell is Fenton?”
Logan looked a bit distraught with furrowed brows. Lena took in a deep breath.
“He was one of Marcello’s soldiers. He came from the Bloodwood Pack with the Vicis when they took over the Ashwood Pack. He was a great fighting wolf and one of the less appalling males who lived in the main house. He wasn’t all bad but he was fiercely loyal to Marcello which I guess is the reason why he chose to leave the pack when Marcello died. He’s no joke, Logan. I’ve seen him beat Alphas.”
A loud noise came from upstairs which made Lena’s heart
