Chapter Twenty-Seven

“It’s a Vulture Talon,” Jasper stated, studying the claw with a frown. It was the first we saw of him since returning from Wales and his demeanour was colder than usual. 

Both Alphas along with their Betas and Theta were gathered in the office alongside the newly formed “Honour Race”, none of us had any idea what the message meant, but two things we could agree on was that we were under attack and that I was their primary target.

“It says here that vultures signify death and danger.” Marcel turned the phone screen to face us with a deep frown. 

“So what, they’re sending a message that they’re going to kill me?” my jaw clenched, I hated this.