Chapter 93.

Titus POV.

Watching the SUV’s leave the pack grounds, I turn round and walk towards Fenrir and Marcus. “Let’s get this done.” I say as I walk towards them, cracking my knuckles and rolling my neck. Fenrir smirks at me and nods his head.

I walk around the side of the packhouse with them behind me. We walk to the back of the packhouse before I warm up. I hear a scream and see a rogue running towards me and I clash with it. Grabbing it around the throat, lifting it in the air and slamming it into the ground, my claws extend ripping it’s throat out, then it evaporates.

Before I can scold Fenrir, more manifest and I start fighting them, one catches me and I’m put to the floor. His snarling face edging closer and I grip its bottom jaw, yanking it down and it’s jaw snaps again it evaporates.

Jumping to my feet, I take a stance, waiting for Fenrir to manifest more. I’m on alert and waiting. When Fenrir comes at me from behind and I swivel, landing a blow to his chest and he flies back, crashi