Chapter 9: King’s Rage
Kaya
Magnus Reiner.
The name alone sends a shiver down my spine. I know exactly who he is.
The Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.
No, scratch that. The Alpha of Blood Moon, the most feared warrior pack in the entire kingdom, operating under the direct command of the Lycan King himself.
They call them the King’s Rage, and from the stories I’ve heard, they live up to the name.
They say the Blood Moon Pack moves like wildfire, sweeping through lands and leaving nothing behind but the ashes of their enemies. And among those brutal warriors, Alpha Magnus Reiner stands above them all.
I remember Damien mentioning him once. No one truly knows who Magnus is. Some claim he’s the Lycan King’s own son, while others whisper that he’s a cursed wolf—an orphan the king found on one of his patrols and raised as his own.
Whatever the truth may be, one thing is certain: when Magnus appears, it means trouble. A lot of trouble.
"What the fuck does this mongrel want with us?!" Storm snarls, his grip on my arm tightening so hard I fear he might snap the bone.
The third man swallows hard, his attempt at composure failing as he stammers, "I—I’m not sure. Our men spotted their wolves near our lands, and before we knew it, they had already crossed the border. There are cars too."
"Cars?" Jack chimes in, his interest piqued. "So they’re not just patrolling?"