Chapter 37

A sharp and long howl from my favorite white wolf swiftly grasped all of our attention. My troops and I are waiting for this one final howl, this one final battle cry, to set the stage for our ultimate battle in this conflict, the one that will put an end to everything. The howl signaled that the Claws packhouse had become a neutral territory and that no shapeshifter could change out of their human forms; they were all forced to remain in their mundane guises. The trump card in their hand was the fact that the witches were made helpless and eventually put to death.

Hade brushed an arm across my shoulder, which caused me to swivel my head to look at him. It was with a peck on the cheek that he gave me the directive, "Don't get too far away from me; you keep yourself safe, Juan," which caused me to grin from ear to ear.

“You had better watch out so they don't damage your behind. Okay?" I remarked to him, "Hurting that ass is my job alone," and then I leaned in to