The Betrayed Bond.

Chapter3

Chapter 3

The Ambush

Ethan's POV

“Alpha there are Intruders inside!” My eyes snapped open immediately I heard Ryan's voice through the link.

I stood up from the bed immediately, my wolf paced around my skin, he was alert and ready. I grabbed the knife from the nightstand, bare footed, bare chested, silent, the scent in the air was wrong, burnt ash and foreign blood.

“How many?” I asked through the link.

“Five… maybe six,”Ryan answered.

“East wing.”

I stepped into the hallway and the moonlight spilled through the glass ceiling, silver on marble then came the sound of claws scratching the stone.

“Fools.” I muttered.

The first wolf lunged from the shadows, I caught him by the throat before his teeth reached my neck.

With one twist, I broke his windpipe and his body hit the floor, shifting back into a man before the blood started flowing.

Three of them lunged forward releasing their claws, bones they attacked together, fast and wild. I dodged, inserted my claws through one’s ribs, kicked another into the wall, then spun and tore out the last one’s heart before he could even whimper.

“Four down.” I said.

“There are more coming,” Ryan replied.

I heard them before I saw their snarls, quick footsteps, the low growl of beasts closing in. I shifted mid-step, my body stretching and snapping into my black furred wolf form. The air trembled around me as Rael took full control.

They hit me from both sides and I let them. The first bite sank into my shoulder and I slammed him against the pillar, I felt some bones c***k under the force. The second went for my throat. I turned and slammed him down, jaws snapping around his neck until I heard the crunch of his spine.

Ryan appeared in his gray wolf form, his fur was soaked in blood. “West side clear.” He said through the mind link.

I looked around at the bodies. “East side done burn them.”

He nodded. “Same insignia, raven crest, northern border.”

“They have grown bold.” I said.

“Too bold.”

Before he could reply, we heard a shout coming from the outside.

“Alpha! there are rogues at the eastern border!”

Ryan cursed. “Now?”

“Get the cars.” I ordered.

“We are ending this tonight.”

The convoy moved through the forest road. The night was cold and the moon was high. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the armrest.

“This feels like bait.” Ryan said from beside me.

“It is.” I replied.

When we reached the border, the stench of rogues filled the air. It was sour, wild, and desperate. The attack was already underway. They had set fire to the patrol camp, tearing through the guards.

I jumped out before the car stopped moving. My bones cracked as I shifted again.

“Kill every last one.” I ordered through the link.

A rogue forward and I sidestepped and tore his side open. Another bit down on my leg, but I swung him off, my claws slicing across his muzzle. Blood splattered the dirt, the night was chaos full of growls, screams, claws ripping through flesh.

Ryan’s wolf slammed into two at once, throwing them aside like rags I ripped through a third and fourth before one massive gray rogue pinned me from behind his jaws clamped around my neck, Ryan came quickly finishing him off

I shifted back, my chest was heaving, body smeared with blood. “Burn the corpses and send word to the pack doctor that I want the survivors questioned.”

Ryan nodded. “And if there aren’t any?” He asked.

“Then we will find whoever sent them.” I answered.

Then all of a sudden different cars emerged from the woods. From the lead jeep, a man stepped out, tall, hooded, with the Raven crest stitched onto his jacket. His voice carried across the cold air.

“Alpha Ethan of the Shadow Fang Pack.” He said.

“You have made too many enemies.”

I smirked. “Tell me something new.”

He motioned with his hand, and a dozen of wolves stepped forward, growling.

“You have two choices: surrender quietly or die hard.”