CHAPTER EIGHT

ALESSANDRO'S POV

I shift into my black and white wolf and dashed towards the southern borders.

Let's see what master's servants are capable of.

Coming up to scene of battle I see an all out war between rogues and the pack warriors. Without wasting another second I join in on the fight ripping apart rogue after rogue. I could feel through our bond that Xavier loved this, his thirst for blood rearing it's head. He slightly pushes forward boosting my strength as I maim each rogue I could get my hands on. My fur was wet and sticky with the blood of my victims but that mattered little to me for I took pleasure in ending their pathetic lives. These bastards had come here for Avery wanting to bring her back to whatever hell she had escaped from and I'd be a dead wolf before I let that happened.

By the time we had completely annihilate the rogues blood is dripping from my mouth and claws, my fur is soaked in the red substance and my eyes are completely black, my thirst for blood getting the b