Marcus's POV
I watched from the treeline as chaos erupted in the Blackwood pack square, and a savage grin split my face. This was exactly what I'd been planning for months.
"Hold the line!" I roared to my enhanced rogues, their eyes glowing with the same serum that had once flowed through Maya's veins. "Push forward! Show these pampered pack wolves what real power looks like!"
The Blackwood warriors were scrambling, completely unprepared for an attack during an execution. Perfect. Their arrogance had made them sloppy, and now they would pay the price.
My eyes found her immediately, Maya, tied to that silver post in the center of the square, her skin blistered and burned, her clothes torn and filthy. Even from this distance, I could see she was barely conscious, swaying against her rest
