22 Chapter 22

　　‘This is my home. I'll give you one chance to leave, or I’ll rip your heads off!’ I yell, and the alphas laugh.

　　‘You are surrounded, Alpha Maximus. I don't think you’re in any position to threaten us,’ he snaps.

　　I shift into my lycan, and Hope shifts into her wolf, and lets out a howl.

　　‘Such a pretty little wolf,’ the alpha says, smirking; admiring Storm’s unique silver and white fur.

　　‘She would be good for breeding pups with,’ the other says. I snarl, and race towards the alpha. They and the warriors shift into their wolves.

　　Snarling, I bite a leg, and fling the wolf with great force across the room, baring my fangs near someone’s neck, for my next kill. Hope is fighting off the warriors who have her surrounded. She is putting up a good fight, but there are too many of them.