The Alpha's a b***h, Book Three, Chapter 5
NIGHTFALL BROUGHT AN unprecedented cold throughout the Other Wolves campsite and all of Canaan Valley. There were dozens of werewolves around, but most were turning in for the evening. The patrolling animals from earlier that day were on the prowl, with an additional pair on the outskirts. They beefed up the security at night, and on this brisk evening it was a good thing they did.
From the darkness surrounding the Other Wolves, came a hooded figure in a dark robe. Unbeknownst to the patrolling wolves, as the bordering set crossed paths, the dark robed figure attacked, simultaneously ramming fine steel and silver-blended daggers into their skulls. They instantly ceased movement and lay still, while the dark robed figure stealthily hustled along
