Chapter 35

Andrew stared hard at Grey, tightening his grip on the cabin's door. "What brings you out here? Are you not afraid of death?" Andrew asked dryly.

"Death?" He inquired with a devilish chuckle. "Ever heard of a man with nine lives?" He asked, cockily.

This was what angered Andrew. Grey's confidence of being untouchable by any man or wolf spited him so much, and triggered so many things inside of him, to prove to this man who was dubbed invincible before him, that he could be killed if well plotted plans were carried out. Not just the confidence infuriated him, but the power that came with being Grey Stone, alpha and the dark moon pack. It wasn't the pack that gave him that power behind his name. He created the unyielding formidability himself. He made what Dark Moon pack was today. He made his mark. He made his name.

"Some day, you're going to run out of those lives, and I would not hesitate to cut off your head, and watch it roll down in shame, and disgrace