-THIRD POV-
How many mutts are there?" Ridge inquired of the pack warriors.
"About twenty, Beta Ridge," was the response he received.
The second in command growled and punched his fist into a nearby tree. "f*****g rogues!" he cussed before imposing order. "Get ready, Alpha Raffa and the others are on their way."
Warren, Hayne, and Harvey all bobbed their heads.
Ridge became lost in thinking. The insurgents are attacking ceaselessly. Why? And each time, their numbers are multiplied. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by Raffa's words. "We're almost there; keep an eye on them; they shouldn't get to the packhouse!"
"Roger that, alpha!" he replied, and the connection was cut.
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Shin’s POV
When I woke up, I had the worst hangover I'd ever had in my entire life.
