The warriors were dispersed throughout the forest in search of the bandits, yet they found no trace of them, as if they had never existed. One of the warriors was carrying the young pup.
Dominic refused to let anyone else handle Holland's body; he took it upon himself to bear his beta on his shoulder. Tears streamed down his face as he lamented that if they had arrived just a bit sooner, this tragedy could have been avoided. Holland would still be alive, and Drew would not have witnessed the death of his master, nor would his powers have been unleashed.
That power was dangerous, and now it resided within his son. Dominic knew he had to ensure his men vowed to keep silent about what they had witnessed today—the explosive fire aura emanating from Drew's body.
Upon reaching the pack hospit
