chapter 65

Mateo Alpha Nicholas and I coordinated the packs as we all close around Jackson's pack. The hardest part was we couldn't all communicate with each because we each had our own pack links, leaving Andrei’s pack in Nicholas's hands as he made them all pledge to him. Of course, they weren't happy, but it was necessary, or they would be our blind spot at the back entrance of the pack. Ares is livid, though that nearly wasn’t a strong enough word, as we circle the pack borders. I wasn't leaving without my mates, but their added pain was making it hard to focus, and the run here took hours, too many hours of torment, wondering if they were going to make it. It wasn't until we hit the border of Jackson's pack that I felt them come back from unconsciousness for the second time. Though Ezra, I could tell, was badly injured and in pure agony. His anger burned me like a hot poker. Picking up another pack warrior's scent I growl, and Nicholas echoes it from behind me, letting me know he got a whiff