Chapter39 THE VILLAIN CAMP

Third Person’s POV “WHERE THE FVCK IS DANIELLE? AND WHERE IS THE LUNA? WHY THE HELL DO I SEE SUCH LESS NUMBER OF WARRIORS AND WITCHES HERE?” Zompano thundered as he looked around the pack land. “HAS EVERYONE LOST THEIR FVCKING VOICES ALL AT ONCE? WHY IS NO ONE TELLING ME ANYTHING?” he roared. His wolf had almost taken over him as he could already feel the broken mate bond. He was on the verge of losing control of himself and following the path of self destruction. “T-They d-died, S-Sir,” a warrior stammered and then immediately after, wished that he had not spoken. Choking in his Alpha’s hold, his legs frantically dangled in the air while fingers immediately surrounded Zompano’s for the desperate need of air. Suddenly, Zompano hissed and the warrior fell down with a thud before taking long gasps of dear life and breath while Zompano clutched his bloody wrist tight before his wolf healed it back. “Vlad,” Zompano grunted at his Beta and the culprit behind Zompano’s bloody wrist. “We need