#Chapter 228: The Hunted

The military servants with their guns come closer to us. Already, I can see Caleb sizing them up, along with everyone in the room. Caleb is the strongest werewolf in the pack. Maybe he can take them all. Maybe he can even win, while protecting me in the process. But the carnage would be immense. My eyes are drawn to the children in the room. Still present, they continue to chase each other on the other side of the room, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding on this side. Their parents must be in the room, too. Their families. Everyone they’ve ever known. Caleb would likely spare the children, but he would be unable to save them from the sight of the carnage. “What is your plan, Caleb?” Gladys continues to mock. “Fight your way out? Do you not want to play my game? Do you doubt your ability to protect Harper?” I place my hand on Caleb’s chest in an attempt to redirect some of his attention and cool some of his fury. The children’s parents might be advocating for v