Chapter 117 The Rattlesnake's History

CORMAC

I'm running. Alpha doesn't run. Leaders don't flee. But I'm doing both.

Behind me, twelve enforcers. All that's left of my thirty. The others: dead, captured, or abandoned.

My pack. My authority. My power. Crumbling.

We reach the rendezvous point. Abandoned warehouse. Should be safe.

Should b...

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