Night of the Hunt
Theo's POV
Unatha's unexpected rescue had thrown us into disarray, catching us completely off guard. I seethed with anger as two massive wolves, their fur gleaming in the moonlight, burst onto the scene, leaving a trail of death among my men. My shock quickly gave way to bewilderment as it dawned on me that their target was Unatha.
For reasons I couldn't fathom, the warmth and affection I had once felt for her had evaporated, replaced by an unsettling void. These creatures, nearly three times our size, emitted an aura that dwarfed even my status as an Alpha. It was a perplexing and frustrating situation. Without hesitation, I dispatched messengers to alert the other four packs about this colossal threat.
One of the intruders had successfully murdered my father, not that I cared but they had just declared an act of war with their actions.