Eighteen years ago, the Blood Creek Pack was attacked by a neighboring pack and lost half the lives of its members.

 

Xavier, the current Alpha of Blood Creek Pack, was six years old when this attack took place. He lost his family and close friends along with his best friend, Daphne, who he thinks died in the attack.

 

What happened when he goes back for revenge and finds out that Daphne is still very much alive? Also, she happens to be his mate and he just killed her adoptive father.

I wasn't in the mood for company, least of all her company. As soon as Joyce, as she liked to be called now—walked into the room, I could feel my patience thinning. She had a knack for showing up at the worst possible times, as if she could sense when I needed solitude the most and deliberately chose those moments to barge in.


"Joyce, I'm not in the mood," I muttered, barely glancing at her as she sauntered in with that air of self-assurance that always grated on my nerves.


"Not in the mood?" She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smirk. "Since when are you ever in the mood for anything?"


I didn't respond. My head was already full of Zara—her defiance, her silence, the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about her no matter how hard I tried. I didn't need *this* on top of everything else.


Joyce plopped down in the chair across from me, folding her legs like she owned the place. "Well, too bad. I need to talk."


Chapter 21 - chapter 21