Chapter One hundred and Six

Xander’s Pov

As we approach the eastern border, the scene that greets us is one of chaos and destruction. The remnants of our patrol lie scattered across the ground, their bodies bruised and bloodied from the vicious attack. I feel a surge of anger boiling up inside me at the sight of my pack members lying injured before me.

“We need to tend to the wounded first,” I say, my voice cutting through the chaos. “Richard, gather a team to assist with the injured. The rest of us will secure the perimeter and search for any remaining threats.”

Richard nods in agreement, rallying a group of pack members to tend to the wounded. Meanwhile, I led the rest of the pack in a thorough sweep of the area, scanning the surrounding forest for any signs of movement.

But just as we're about to declare the area secure, a low growl echoes through the trees, sending a shiver down my spine. “Stay alert,” I whisper to the pack, my hand tightening around the hilt of my sword.

Suddenly, a group of rogue werewolv