Gavin's POV

The battle stretched on for what felt like hours. There were lives lost, but most of them were the lives of rogues. I felt sick to my stomach as I stared down at the bodies of some of my men. One woman who didn't make it inside on time. I felt like I had failed them; as a Lycan, I was meant to protect them and keep danger out of their reach... and yet they were dead.

The rest of the rogues who stormed the pack had fled; we captured a few of them for questioning, one of whom happened to be a pregnant she-wolf who held a gun but couldn't shift. She was tearful and terrified as she faced me, begging for her life and the life of her unborn pup. Taylor escorted her away and towards the holding cell with the others who were captured.

I winced at the sting of a bullet that pierced the side of my body. It was laced in silver, so it hurt like a mother fucker, but it wasn't a fatal wound.

"I think that she-wolf rogue is the one who will spill all the secrets," Taylor said as he stood beside me, his arms folded as we watched the rest of the rogues being rounded up, dead or alive.

I nodded.

She seemed as if she would do pretty much anything if it meant keeping her life and the life of her pup.

"Question her first, then," I said, turning back towards the packhouse. "I need to make sure Judy is okay."

"Yes, Alpha," Taylor said, but there was hesitation in his voice that made me pause.

is it?" I asked, before I moved another step, my patience running

Silver Crescent pack, the Redmoon pack, and the remaining Redcliff pack were here

to do

have to reply for me to know

said after a

started towards the packhouse. "Whatever

Taylor said before he went off on his own mission to gather

back to the packhouse, one of

returned. Has the battle been won?" He asked, a hopeful yet

borders. As of right now,

told him. "Make sure the word

Irene screaming as she rushed towards

and the future of the pack with

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