Chapter 50- The Cry of an Alpha

Derrick’s POV

Anger burns through my veins as I glare over at Henry who is currently hiding behind the witch. I wonder if she is the same witch that was making it impossible for me to track Salara earlier. It would make sense if she is, especially since she was found standing in the clearing with Henry. As well as Salara, who is lying unconscious in a pile of leaves.

I never thought I would be able to pull Hunter away from our dying mate, but I finally convinced him to rise up and take his revenge against the human he has been trying to kill since the very begining. The promise of murder and revenge was the only thing that could cut through the deep mourning we both were feeling upon seeing our mate lying lifeless on the ground.

‘Go to your Luna.’ I order my Beta, not wanting to remove my eyes from where Henry is standing with the witch.

The witch in question pays me no mind and turns to Henry before opening her mouth to speak. “Will you come with me or not, Beowulf?”

Beowulf?