Chapter 137. Still Unconscious

Leander

"How many?" I snarled.

There was a beat of silence. And then Ryan responded, his response colored with confusion, "So far... only three."

Three? Hardly a task force of substance. What were they up to now?

"Are you sure?" I demanded. And then added, "Can you identify their rank?"

"Yeah," he replied shortly, his voice constricted with tension.

"Their Alpha, the Beta and the Delta."

Nightshade's three highest ranking wolves?

I spun my head around to strategically assess the current situation in the room. We held the upper hand. All of the enemy wolves were restrained in silver zipties. But who knew how long that would last now that new wolves were in play? I needed to thin the herd-remove the potential for these wolves to reengage in the fight against us. "Eliminate the Nightshade wolves now!" I ordered.

There was no hesitation. Instantly, razor-sharp claws elongated and every throat was ripped out. Blood poured onto the din