Chapter 129

Dion tried to push through the wall of furious she-wolves, his usually polished appearance now in ruins-his face was streaked with bloody scratches, his designer coat ripped and dangling from his shoulders. He fought like mad, but he was no match for the pack-born strength of the matriarchs surrounding Wren.

Just three meters away, Garrick Rookwood stood still, watching it all unfold with a chilli