*** CONTENT WARNING!!!*** THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER DEPICTS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SMELLS. THIS MAYBE UPSETTING FOR SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
“We are under attack.” Just as the words leave his mouth, a loud crash erupts from deep within the territory and screams start to rise above the trees. Oh no. “Come on, Isabella, we have to go!” He picks me up in his arms and rushes us back to the car.
“Under attack? From who?” I look up into his eyes as we make it back to the car. He grinds out a growl as he places me in the front seat.
“Diego.” He jumps in the driver’s seat and speeds off to the pack house. I watch as we get closer to the action. Pack members are running away with their children tucked under their arms. Mothers are screaming for their children to hurry along. I loo
