Chapter 23

Austin’s Point of View

“Okay, so tomorrow is the day we fuck up, Zack,” I growl. Making my way towards the bar, taking a seat behind the counter. Then grab a bottle of whiskey. “Alexander, make not that we need to get more whiskey.

“Noted. I will get some. That’s if we come back alive.” Alexander says, walking towards me. Grabbing a seat on the other side of the bar.

“Austin, you haven’t elaborated on your plan,” Michael says. Staring at me with his arms folded. Tapping his foot on the wooden floor. “And Austin have you thought about how they got through the gates to be able to kidnap dad. The other thing is, do we even know how many of our pack we have left?” Making his way towards me finding a seat across from me.

“Well, my dear wonderful brother. It’s plain and simple. We go to Brentwood. Gather our pack the amount that we have left. Having no idea how many survived. The only person that was able to give through that type of information was dad. The other wolves are trained to keep