First Strike

Skinned alive.

The traitor among the ranks of the Crescent Pack was once a good friend of Diana’s father. His betrayal hit Mason yet he was still the one who sentenced his former comrade to such degrading and painful death. Such decisiveness was something that Diana took from her father.

Diana did not meddle with the punishment even when the Blood Claws Pack had a much more cruel method to deal with the traitor. She owed this to her father after she pushed him to be the temporary alpha of such a big pack.

‘Shananel that bitch is really cunning, but I expect this much from her. If she still remained unmoved right now, I will be sorely disappointed.’ Diana pondered.

Diana stood in an inconspicuous part of the camp as they waited for the Crescent Pack to settle the traitor before they would launch the attack aimed at the Werewolf Committee. She turned around and walked to the border nearest to the Werewolf Committee.

Standing there, amid the darkness and stillness of the forest, Diana co