The Alpha's Challenge

POV: Alpha Marcus Shadowfang

The silver blade whistled past my ear, missing by inches.

I rolled to the side as another attacker lunged at me from the darkness. My claws expanded, and I slashed across his chest, sending him crashing into a tree. But three more appeared from the dark.

"Alpha Marcus!" my Beta yelled from somewhere behind me. "There are too many!"

I snarled, my wolf pushing forward. These weren't ordinary rogues attacking my area. They moved too well, fought too smart. Someone had sent them.

The real question was who.

I grabbed the closest attacker by the throat and slammed him against a boulder. "Who sent you?" I asked.

He just smiled, showing bloody teeth. "The old bloodlines will rise again," he whispered before biting down on something in his mouth. Poison. He was dead within seconds.

"Coward," I spat, dropping his body.