Ch. 73 - Revenge

Viktor's Point of View

A Year Later

I would never forgive Boris for what he had done to my poor Anya, and I would never forgive him for not ensuring that I died that night either. His failure to kill me had guaranteed his death at my hands. I may have healed physically, but my humanity and love were the only part of me that died that night.

How I managed to survive, I had no idea, but I would make sure that Boris and his men would join Anya in death. During my time of healing, I managed to find some rogues who needed someone like me to lead them.

Even though I knew it was against the werewolves' laws to create humans outside of fated mates, I didn't care. It was those same laws that didn't protect Anya or my unborn pup. Why should I follow rules that ruined my life? I would make my own.

It had taken the better half of the year to track Boris' pack and prepare my revenge. It was a reasonably large pack, so I needed to separate Boris and his men from the rest of the pack. My pack and