Chapter 43

Erebus POV

I am watching proudly as my father negotiates with the clan of hunters that have been killing off our kind for more than fifty years. “You can’t continue to kill innocent wolves and lycans within our city limits,”

my father’s voice rings out loudly through the conference hall. Murmurs of objections fill the hall as the clan debates among themselves. “We are no longer the creatures that we once were,”

my father tries to speak over the murmurs, but it is useless. “We haven’t turned a human without their consent in more than a thousand years. Be reasonable.”

But this clan of hunters is less than reasonable. The sound of a shot gun shucking fills the hall and the lycan guards shift immediately. Standing on my chair I try to see who has the gun, but chaos has consumed the conference hall. Four hunters are trying to subdue my father, who is still in human form. They are slashing the air around him with silver blades, but he is too quick and dodges