Warrick
The sharp snap of bones rang out through the clearing, the thunderous growl still coursing through my throat and chest as I released the limp body of the Black Wing Beta, his nose still partly deformed from Ariella shattering it earlier even in his Wolf form.
Now, he was dead and would never touch her again.
My dark eyes pinned Ryker – his bloody and beaten form nothing more than a pile of flesh and bone staining the snow – and I rose, Shifting back and letting the moonlight bathe me and the blood that covered me glistened.
Brody and Connors, two trusted Delta’s, flanked him, their arms crossed and their faces neutral as I approached, my footsteps crunching the fresh snow, stepping over four more bodies of Black Wing members before I crouched in front of Ryker.
His eye
