Sal watched the receding image of her pregnant daughter in the side mirror. Her hands tighten on the wheel in panic. She couldn't wrap her head around the events of the evening. She had the stories of the war as a kid and the havoc it caused between the wolves and witches was still evident.
"What the hell is the Alpha thinking?" she asked herself.
She had always had a bad feeling about that man but thought she was being delusional. The Alpha's wife sat in the back seat still paled-faced from seeing her husband turn into a monster.
After watching him rip Don's arm she still tried to talk sense into him.
"Baron, what the hell are you doing? Stop this madness now, you are destroying the pack. These witches will only use you. Please Baron don't let your quest for power drive you into bec
