Chapter 41

“You’ve got your war and you’ve got it tonight!” Marcus bellowed as he unceremoniously burst through the front door of Freya’s house and tossed the severed head of one of his men onto the highly polished tile of her foyer floor.

Excitement and satisfaction was written all over her face at his news.  Then, when the reality of the fact that there was the head of a pack member on her floor struck home, her expression became more of concern.

With a dark scowl, she asked, “Who is this?”

“I don’t know his name,” Marcus admitted.  “I’m told he was assigned to patrol the south side of the lodge.  Look at his neck.  There are vampire marks clear as a bell.”

Leaning over the severed head, she grabbed the chin and rotated it so that she could clearly see the vampire marks on the neck while she scolded, “You should know the names of those who serve you.”