The warriors clenched their jaws in fury, their hearts heavy with pain. If Greg and his men were already on their trail, then the comrades they'd left behind were surely gone. The thought stabbed at them like a knife twisting in their guts.
Those fallen warriors weren't just comrades, they were brothers who had grown up together, trained side by side, worn the same tattered shorts as boys, and forged their strength through countless sparring matches.
Remembering their laughter now made the ache unbearable. It took everything they had not to break down as they ran.
In fact, some of the warriors running with Levi were already crying, their vision blurred by tears. But none of them dared to turn back. They knew how important Levi was, not just because he is a Beta of one of the most powerful Packs in the werewolf Kingdom, the Midnight River Pack, but as their Princess's fated mate.
