Timothy cursed himself for being too reckless with his choice, walking straight into the enemy's snare.
He glared at Alpha Theodore and Reginald.
He had to face both men alone, having separated himself from his other warriors without realizing it, taking their bait to follow them here.
What the fuck.
He couldn't believe he was this dense, this gullible to walk into their trap. But now wasn't the time to regret his decision. He had to deal with them and find a way out of this mess.
"You are very young and a good strategist, I'll give you that," Alpha Theodore said with a menacing smile tugging at his lips. "But you lack experience."
"Well, sorry I'm not as ancient as you." Timothy looked around, trying to find a way—any way—to escape this disaster.
He was currently trapped in the ruins of the Obsidian Claw pack house. He'd managed to lead his warriors to seize the building and burn it to the ground, but now he was stuck here with Alpha Theodore and Reginald.
