Carter POV
It was a long morning at the border. I could still feel the tension balled up in my neck and shoulders as I tried to sort through the amount of information that had been thrown at me. I rolled my neck in circles as I sat down at my desk and poured myself a glass of brandy. The cool liquid burned going down, not doing enough to calm the sick feeling that has been steadily growing there.
Sebastian had given the witches full reign of his pack. My pack by birth right. The rouges made it clear that it was full, open war on wolves in the pack now. It didn't matter who you are, how old or new you are to this world, everyone was fair game. Is fair game because it's still happening. Knowing that as I sat at the desk, surrounded by silence, people were being tortured for fun. The thoug
