POV: Orion Blackwood
I ducked as the guard's claws cut where my head had been a second ago. Too close. I spun and drove my fist into his throat. He dropped without a sound.
"Sorry, brother," I mumbled, dragging his body behind the bushes. "You'll thank me when this is over."
The wooden bird Elder Thalia sent had found me just in time. Luther had Seraphina. The Mother was awake. And Amara was walking into a trap.
I needed to move fast.
I slipped across the grounds of the Blood Moon pack house, staying in the darkness. Luther's guards were everywhere, but they were young and scared. They checked the obvious places but missed the hiding spots only an old fighter would know.
I'd been gone five years, banished by Alpha Charles for questioning his choice to hide Amara. Now Charles was dead, the pack was under Luther's control, and I was sneaking back in like a thief.
Funny how life works out.
