Chapter 76. The First Wave

Tyr’s POV

Tyr Raven hated his alpha.

He gnashed his teeth as he raised his hand up and closed his eyes.

Around him, the snow fell in soft, heavy flakes, but Tyr paid it no mind. He was focused on one thing and one thing only.

His mission.

Being the man in command of the first wave was supposed to be an honor, but Tyr didn’t think that. He was smart. He knew what it meant.

It was a death sentence.

Marcus had offered him the honor of leading the first wave, an honor he knew he could not refuse.

He put his hand down and began walking. Behind him, his men followed after their lieutenant. They stalked through the WhiteVale forest like a sharp blade cutting through butter.

Once again, Tyr stopped, his mood as dark as the canopy of the pine tree he stopped at.

Once again, he had tasted the scent of fire in the air.

His mind went back to the way Marcus had delivered the command with a warm smile on his face.

His