Chapter 31. My Mate Is Missing

MAGNUS

The traitor's body convulsed for a moment, then went limp in my grasp. I let him fall to the ground, watching as his lifeless form shifted back into a mangled, broken wolf. His once proud fur was now matted with blood, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, as if on cue, I heard the sound of howls in my ears.

Out of the forest, they came—werewolves unlike any I had seen before. They moved with a terrifying speed, their bodies larger and more muscular than any pack wolf. Their fur was a sickly grey, and each bore a distinct mark on their foreheads that looked like a Greek symbol. But it was a symbol I didn't recognize.

“Magnus!” one of the pack members shouted in warning, but it was too late. The invaders were upon us.

“Defend the pack!” I roared, my voice booming through the night. I shifted instantly, the familiar sensation of bones cracking and turning into my wolf form. My claws dug into th