Chapter 37

Sylvester’s POV

I surveyed the pack, watching as they patrolled the area, keeping a watchful eye on our territory. I had come a long way from being an outcast in my former pack to becoming the leader of the rogue pack. It had taken a lot of hard work and sacrifice, but it had all been worth it.

Philip of the blood moon pack is waging a war against us. The same blood moon responsible for my parents death, and taking the position of Alpha from.

I knew that I had to also wage war against Philip and claim what’s rightfully mine so that I can unite the werewolf world against the evil threatening us all.

As I turned to head back to our makeshift base, I noticed that one of my pack members, a young werewolf named Diego, was limping. I made my way over to him.

“What happened, Diego? Are you injured?” I asked, concerned.

Diego shook his head. “Just a scratch, Alpha. I’ll be fine.”

I frowned. “I don’t want to hear any ‘justs.’ We need everyone