Chapter 88

Third Person's POV

The clearing, a temporary spot for many werewolves, held a wooden hut from which screams echoed.

Garrick, hearing the screams, rushed forward like a mad beast.

His cedar pheromones exploded as he kicked the door in, his Alpha aura shaking the hut's beams.

His claws, hardened into blades, tore the curtain aside. His pupils, over-wolfed, turned blood-moon-shaped.

The hut was pitch