Dane’s Pov
The south border was full of worry.
When I got there, Tom had all the warriors ready to fight. Six rogues stood on the other side of the line. Their eyes glowed in the dark.
They were not fighting. They were just waiting.
“Alpha,” Tom said. “They came thirty minutes ago. They want to talk only to you.”
“Only me?”
“That is what they said.”
I looked at the rogues. They looked tired and dirty. Thin from running too long. But they were not angry yet.
One came forward. Older. Gray in his hair. Scars on his face.
“Alpha Blackwood,” he said. “Thank you for coming.”
“You have thirty seconds before I let my warriors take care of you.”
“Okay.” He put his hands up. “We do not want to fight. We came to warn you.”
“Warn about what?”
“Viktor Ashford.”
That name made me feel cold
