One by one, they started sharing the stories they had been told, and they were oddly similar—as though one person had given a book to every Alpha and told them to pass it on. They all said the same thing, how the Emberclaws were vicious and hungry for blood and power.
“My grandfather told me that if they ever rose again and came back, it would be the end for the werewolf species,” Gabriel said.
“And I’m telling you that they have risen, and they are back.” Their eyes turned black and yellow, and their bodies couldn’t be still. They were clutching their hands so hard that the table began to shake.
“So we kill them,” Tristan growled.
“I admire the confidence but not the stupidity,” Danielle spoke, and everyone turned to her.
Tristan was holding back his wolf, and I was start
