Eighty-Two: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

I was fighting my every instinct to run toward the attack, wanting to eliminate them so my family would be safe. Over the past few months, I had killed dozens of rogues, removing threat after threat from around my home.

Now, running away from the fight felt wrong. But I was under the command of my Alpha.

Parker wanted us out of the way until they could figure out a way to stop the rogues that were hunting me. It was bad enough that they were banding together, but now the rogues had actually become a threat due to their rapidly growing army.

The pack house door was already open when we arrived, the building filling with kids as their parents dropped them off before rushing off to stand at their posts and prepare for battle. I didn't bother to acknowledge Kaylee as she continued to herd the children into the safe room. As she couldn't fight due to her pregnancy, it was her job to ensure the safety of our young. She was busy, and I was on a mission.

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