Pamela's POV
The nighttime air felt heavy, like something big was about to happen. With every breath, I could feel the weight of so many years of being betrayed, embarrassed, and hurt. And now, all those things had led me to this specific moment. This specific event.
A brewing battle that both packs hadn't seen for so many years. Led with revenge, hate, and pain.
My pack was all set. My brothers had been training them extra, through night and morning for days, turning them into a strong, fierce fighting force. The fighters were standing in the courtyards, their eyes shining bright, their bodies tense and ready to fight.
Each person had scars, some you could see, and some you couldn't, but they all knew one thing for sure
Ray had to be defeated. Ray had hurt them one way or the other.
Some of the rogues had told Pamela how Ray had exploited them. When they refused to work for him, he had banished them out, farther from his territory, farther from food and water source.
