Cold Betrayal

Jaxon The air is musty, thick with the scent of copper nearby. The metallic taste of blood lurches on the back of my tongue, my wolf nearly drooling to latch its mouth around another shifter's throat. I can’t fight the need any longer, violence isn’t something I particularly enjoyed but it was undoubtedly something I was good at. The warrior inside of me cried out, unable to sit on the sidelines any longer. After all, the stories and legends whispered about me by packs near and far weren’t exactly lies. I would do anything to keep my pack safe and even though this wasn’t a direct threat to my pack, I knew somehow deep in my gut that they were connected or were about to become connected quickly. Alpha Christian had been like a brother to me my entire life, he didn’t think twice when rogues infiltrated the pack borders of Midnight Moon. He and his men shifted in a moment’s notice, dashing to secure my pack borders. Here we were now, except the roles were reversed - instead of joining the