Chapter 30. Another Attack

[Flashback]

The Purple Moon Pack woke up in the middle of the night with the heavy ringing of their alarm system.

There was an infiltration in their backyard. And the air reeked of fresh werewolf blood.

Not an auspicious sign at all.

Tristan surveyed the gruesome scene in front of him. The Greyhounds had struck again, leaving a trail of bloodied bodies in their wake. He turned to his second-in-command, Beta Victor.

“Any survivors?” he asked grimly.

Victor shook his head. “None, Alpha. They came in fast and took everyone by surprise. These guards in our pack didn’t stand a chance. That kids lived long enough to describe those monstrous wolves before he succumbed to his wounds.”

Tristan clenched his jaw as he saw the severed limbs of the young lad still tremble with its phantom pain.

This was the third time the Greyhounds had attacked in the past month, and each time, they had grown bolder and more brutal. He knew he couldn’t let this co