(Third POV)
Tyron sighed and took a long drag of his cigarette as he stood on the edge of RavenStone Tower's rooftop, the wind hitting his face.
"Damn it! How in the world did that happen?" he snarled.
It was just a prediction and every wolf in Ravenstone bought it.
For many years, the Silveria greatsword lay buried in front of the DeQuia mansion, and no one dared to touch it because it would be impossible for an ordinary she-wolf to pull it out of the large rock.
Tyron's jaw clenched as he struggled to understand what was going on. ''Who? Who the hell has the audacity to approach that sword? ''
"Bro," Kisses called from behind him, darting him from his deep thoughts.
"What!" Tyron barked at his second in command as he moved from his position.
Kisses, who is used to his volatile te
