Suddenly, the Khronwolf leader started chuckling, a dark, bone-chilling sound that made the shadows in the room crawl.
His hand moved under his black coat, slow and deliberate, pulling out a mask, the leather dark and familiar. It's Alpha Logan's mask. He dropped it to the floor, letting it hit the ground with a dull, heavy thud.
“I lied, old man,” he said, his voice almost playful, eyes glinting with a cruel light as they locked onto Alpha Echo’s tear-streaked face.
Alpha Echo’s entire body shook, rage and horror shredding through him as his claws scraped against the floor. “How dare you do that to my son after I begged you—after I sacrificed everything!” he roared, spit flying, veins in his neck straining like ropes.
Echo’s wolf thrashed inside him, howling for blood, urging him to
