Alpha Torin had thrown her to the floor with a brutal thud. Now he stormed into the hall, the blood from striking Alpha Silas still smeared across his fists and forearms.
The guards already had Lucian dragged to the dungeon. They now have guests. Luna Athena arrived, reading the room as Freya ran after the Alpha, pleading to his deaf ears.
Beta Caleb had stepped in also and even, some pack elders were there.
Alpha Torin didn’t see anyone. He was blind with fury, his hands already itchy to kill the hunter. He despised werewolf hunters with every ounce of him which was why he had been making Freya's life hell without regarding the obvious mate bond which he believed was fake and created with sorcery to get to him.
His belief—Freya wasn’t his mate. She was a trap. Dwelling on the thought
