*****Alex''s POV*****


    "Alpha Noir Hart of Thunderpaw!" Fury ate through every fibre of my being as fire would burn through dry sticks - quickly and intensely.


    After that incident, two days ago, that disrupted and ended my mother''s birthday party before it even started fully, after my Beta, Gage, had pursued the masked murderer that had infiltrated my pack, we hade to find out it was Thunderpaw pack that was responsible. That masked murderer had been sent by the Alpha of the pack to infiltrate and kill as much as they could.


    I had initially thought it was only the person in the ballroom, but I had been wrong. Before I could get to my boundary, I''d seen more dead bodies than I could care to count. Alpha Noir Hart had sent his men to murder my men. My pack members. Innocent lives wasted for no just cause.


    I would not let it slide. This blood shed was just too much to ignore. Gage said when he had instructed the men to count the bodies, they had totaled thirty two. How had they had ess to kill that amount in just one evening and no one had seen them? How possible was it?


    And the deaths had been a sting on my pride and power. This was questioning my efficiency and eligibility as an Alpha, I would not let it slide. I was here for war. Posed at the boundary of Thunderpaw, slicing the head of any anyone who darede my way to challenge my presence. I was blinded by my anger and I would not want it any other way.


    Anger was the drive. Pride was the push. I needed to re-establish my power and authority. Thunderpaw might be the second while my pack was the third strongest, it was not an excuse for Noir Hart to uwfully infiltrate my pack and unleash undue, malicious killing on my people.


    I saw him storm out, his hair and eyes both as ck as midnight added to his darkly presence. I stepped forward, anger and confidence increasing my pace. He was holding the very dead head of a man. Was that my member''s head in his grip.


    We both met halfway. The power that oozed off of our stances and trembling bodies shed even before either of us uttered a word.


    "I''ve been expecting you, Alexander Robertson of Moon Forest." His voice wasced with this meanness.


    "And I''m here, Noir Hart of Thunderpaw." I was barely controlling my anger.


    He thrust the head towards my chest, I reflexively ced my hand on the head, pushing it back at him. "It''s yours." He casually said.


    I growled. "Have I ever crossed my boundary with you, Hart?"


    "Not until three days ago, Robertson." His expression was stoic, his words granite.


    I frowned. "What do you mean?"


    It was his turn to growl. "Stop the pretense, Robertson."


    "I, Alpha Alexander Robertson of Moon Forest pack would rather die than live a life of pretense. Only a ruler with little to no honor would do that. I am what I am, Noir Hart. Why are you killing my people? Why have you sent your men to cross my boundary and take lives of those under my rulership?"


    He sneered, then flung the head in his possession to the ground. "That is the


    head of one of your men that was caught in my boundary two days ago. They took fifteen lives under my rulership. Four of your men. I kept one alive for you." He signaled one if his men that had also surrounded my men, ready for war.


    "Yes, Alpha." He bowed before Noir.


    "Get me thest of those men we caught on ournd."


    "Yes, Alpha." He bowed and left.


    What was happening? Noir Hart was one I did not really trust. I had always felt there was something sinister about him, he was always urging for violence and craving for blood shed. It was no news how he had raided and piged smaller packs, I would not put this past him. He could be lying to justify his craziness and wickedness.


    Moon Forest was not a small pack. It was unlike the other packs. In the whole of Fangoria, we were the thirdrgest and biggest pack, that counted for something.


    I was not going to let Noir Hart ruin my pack.


    The guard came out pulling an almost dead body with him. Was this what Noir considered to be alive? Alive? Elijah was already. prancing and raging in my head. He was ready to take over and devour this evilness standing before me.


    "Here is he, Alpha." The guard dropped the body next to us.


    "Go back in position." He ordered, the guard bowed and left to return to his former


    stance.


    "This is what you did to my guard?" I was incensed. This was too cruel.


    "They deserved it. Killing three of my men and twelve of my pack members, don''t you think so?"


    "They did not kill anyone." I growled in protest. "You''re trying to start a war with my pack, Noir Hart. Your infamous personality precedes you, so don''t think for a moment, that you can deceive me with lies."


    He growled, stepped forward and


    shoved me roughly. I staggered a bit, got back my bearing and invaded his space before he could see iting. Lunging at him, my fist connected brutally with his face. I did not stop at the first jab. I kept punching, losing count.


    He managed to dodge thest one, moved back some and yelled to his men. "Kill them. Kill them all."


    "Get your fangs in before they do." Imanded my own men.


    It became a fight for survival amongst our men. We ignored them, going one on


    one as Alphas. Wiping blood from his nose, he circled me. I moved from my spot, circling him too.


    "I heard you divorced your mate." His grin was sinister.


    Erika''s face shed through my mind''s eye. "That is not what I''m here for, Hart."


    "Your loss, Robertson. My gain."


    I could not exin the anger that coursed through me in that moment, blinding every sense of rational thinking. I leapt, Elijah tearing through my human form as fangs got hold of flesh. Noir''s flesh.