Chapter Thirty-Seven

Mason

I closed my eyes as Serenity’s breath hitched beside me, finally cluing in to how important my job had been—and how severe my absence had hit my clan.

And not just my clan, but every warrior guarding the earth, spread around the world.

I didn’t recognize the warrior in front of me.

He stared me down for a few brief seconds before muttering, “He’s nae gonna wanna see ya.”

“He,” I stated boldly, “doesn’t get say, now does he?”

Cassius smirked next to me.

“And who are ye?” He gave Cassius a disgusted look.

Cassius’ eyes flashed white before his wings spread out behind his back. With a little shrug, he said, “Oh, nobody.”

The warrior stumbled back and made a cross over his heart while I tried to keep from laughing.

The wolves had always believed that when an angel visited, it only meant death, and maybe this time that was true, because the only way I was going to be able to claim my right…

To lead my people…

Was to kill the one I’d left in charge.

My own flesh and blood.

My father.