Dominic prowled around the perimeter of the Silver Cross pack. Since Rowan had left, the warriors had looked to him for leadership and if he was honest, it was a role he would have gladly passed off to someone else.
He’d volunteered for this mission because his Alpha had asked for people to step forward and the bunch of p*****s he was standing with had hung back holding their d***s. He scowled at the memory, they were all big talk in the training room, but when it was time to get out there and do what they were supposed to do, it turned out he was surrounded by a group of pansies.
‘Dom, no sign of Ferals on the north bank’ came a voice in his head making the warrior roll his eyes.
‘Great, just keep an eye out, we haven’t seen anyone for a few days but we already know they come in waves’
