Chapter 105

• Still in the arms of Alpha Arkon. We arrived at the compound of the packhouse. This is unbelievable. The yard of the courthouse is beyond recognizable. Blood flows through the green grass and the tied ground. Bodies of dead wolves litter everywhere.
• Rogues tear the skin of the rest of Alpha Kryptos warriors fighting for survival. My running eyes find Beckett who is walking towards us. He is in his human form. Bare. The ripped head of Titans dangles in his hand as he holds it by his side. Stopping in front of us, “With how tight your hands are all over Arkon, I don't need to ask if you are feeling better. Your skin is back to being flawless, Vynessa.” Beckett smiles.
• Alpha Arkon growls. “Take your eyes off her skin or I will rip it off.”