Chapter 80

Tyler. "We have taken the front gates, Alpha," one of my warriors reported. "We also killed all the guards at the gates and those stationed nearby." Their success sent a surge of satisfaction through me, a grim acknowledgment of the necessary sacrifices on the path to reclaiming what was rightfully mine. I nodded, my jaw clenched with determination and gestured for my warriors to follow as we pressed forward into Crest pack. "Attack!" I bellowed. With a primal roar, we surged forward, a relentless tide of fury and vengeance crashing against the defenses of the Crest pack. The clash of metal on metal, the anguished cries of the fallen warriors. As the fight wore on, the civilians of the pack fled the streets. Doors were shut, windows locked. Seems like not everyone fought for Crest pack. Growling, I pushed on, my claws cutting down two guards and turning back to stab another guard behind me. Each strike was fueled by a mixture of anger and determination, a desperate attempt to recla