Chapter 36 The sound of the morning bell rang. "It's earlier than usual," Michael grunted as he sat up. "What gives?" Death one hundred and fifty-three. Is it even worth keeping track like this? Francis lay in his bunk, staring at the wooden beams above him. The alpha had crushed his spine this time, a quick death but not a painless one. He'd gotten cocky, thought he could take on the whole pack plus the alpha in one go. He had been wrong. Stop (...)