Alpha Burno’s POV.
We arrived at the pack border, the night air cool and sharp against my skin. My men flanked me, silent and alert, as I surveyed the scene before me. My hands crossed behind my back, I spotted Allie in the arms of Hayden, my teeth grinding together in a simmering rage.
There she stood, the woman at the heart of my turmoil. The twins stood at her side, oblivious to the danger that surrounded them. The sight of them, touching what was mine, stoking the flames of my fury. I would make sure I deal with them so they would learn never to touch what they can’t swallow.
“Spread out,” I commanded, my voice an icy blade slicing through the darkness.
“Yes, Alpha,” my men responded, their movements ghostlike as they dispersed into the shadows.
Left with a handful of my most trus
