CHAPTER 21
ARES“Get them f*****g down now,” I said, staring at the three hanging corpses.
As warriors scrambled to remove them from the tree, I shifted my gaze to the pale faces and heads impaled on silver stakes. Blood leaked down the poles, the silver still sizzling against the wolves’ brains.
All I felt was anger at the hounds for doing this and sadness for my pack members. Liam had been my best friend since childhood, helped Mars through Mom’s death, and stuck around when Mars’s personality split and I barreled into their lives.
And now, he was dead.
Glancing at the pup dangling by his ankle, I balled my hands into fists. At barely ten years old, that boy shouldn’t have been brought into this mess at all. I should’ve invited him to the pack house the other night; I should’ve done
