Xander's POV
Xander had seen Natalie angry. He had seen her terrified and broken and desperate. But this cold calculating version of her was new. And it terrified him more than anything else.
Marcus made the call with his voice shaking. "Yeah, she is still here. At least thirty wolves maybe more. No they are not organized. Easy targets."
He listened to whoever was on the other end. Xander watched his face go pale. "Midnight? I will make sure the east entrance is unlocked."
Marcus hung up and immediately looked at Natalie. Waiting for approval or punishment. Maybe both.
Natalie took the phone from his hand and crushed it. Ice spread through the metal shattering it into dozens of pieces that clattered to the warehouse floor. "Roric how many fighters do we have who can actually fight?"
