The familiar howl ends as multiple pairs of red eyes appear from the forest, the stench of death and decay reaching the ceremony grounds. Days of being in hiding while I searched for these Soulless bands and nothing, only now do they decide to show up on a day meant for celebrating.
"Lace, link the Omegas and have them and all the children and the weak hide in the safe rooms. Mika, call the Warriors on duty and make sure they get those out to safety," I order, rushing to my feet and kicking off the strappy heels that Lace forced me to wear. At least the stilettos will make a great weapon. I watch, the Soulless stumbling in as if their limbs are being controlled like marionettes, waiting for an opening to attack and I see it, the first wolf in the middle is leading the pack, his blood
