REINER
The forest was dark and cold—extremely cold, even for my wolf form. My wolves and I were shivering as we ran through the woods, the still-warm blood of our enemies around our mouths and over our fur the only thing giving us an impression of warmth.
We’d just taken down another patrol group, leaving no survivors. Had the situation been different I would have probably felt sorry about taking their lives like that, but the situation was what it was.
They’d taken my pup, scared and hurt her and my sister. Their actions had caused my mate to go into early labor and my baby to be born way before she was ready to.
They’d basically asked for it.
Well, you know things are bad when Reiner starts talking and acting like Becks, one of my wolves had half-joked a few minutes ago, trying
