Chapter 112. My Mood Was Sour

Lucien POV

My mood was sour.

Not because we had been outplayed by that bastard. Not because he had underestimated us, thinking that a car crash would be enough to kill my brothers and me.

We had barely even been scratched. The car had rolled several times, crushed beyond belief, yet we had survived.

And the rogues that were lying in ambush had come out immediately, trying to attack the other cars, checking

to see if we had died in the wreck but Silas had simply kicked the car door open, stepped out, and I followed him, dusting off my clothes with a frown while Claude seethed behind me.

He had been tense ever since leaving the packhouse. Without a word, he shifted into his wolf, leapt from the car, and tore into the rogues with the others, Verya, Lucas, and the guards fending off anyone foolish enough to challenge them.

I stayed back, using my aura to crush any rogue who dared lunge at me.

Silas moved to check on Abraham, our gam