The sharp metallic scent of blood filled the air as chaos erupted in the estate. Members of the Pink Moon Pack fought valiantly against the invading force, but the Blood Moon Pack’s overwhelming numbers quickly subdued them. Shouts and growls echoed through the halls as warriors were forced to their knees, bound and restrained.
Alan gritted his teeth as a pair of Blood Moon wolves shoved him forward, his hands tied tightly behind his back. Vanessa stumbled beside him, her face pale but her eyes blazing with fury. Jackie trailed behind, her expression unreadable. She hadn't put up any fight—an observation that hadn’t escaped either Alan or Vanessa.
The pack members were herded into the grand hall, forced to kneel before the blood-streaked throne that Alpha Victor Sanchez normally occupied
