~Cayden's POV~
Tonight is a full moon, so I couldn't dwell on the witches' case for much longer. They weren't agreeing with me—Aurora was right, they never would. Not after I killed their leader. I had killed Dahlia. Right here, in the High House.
And even though Dahlia had been a monster, she was right about one thing—this city is their hometown. Every single one of them is still in New Orleans. Watching. Waiting. Either they're hiding in plain sight, or they're rejecting my offer to work under my pack. Either way, I'm not taking no for an answer.
Tonight is a full moon. We have a ritual to plan. The night when most of us tap into our more natural power. When we become stronger. And if the witches won't accept peace, maybe it's time to burn down their defiance. One by one. Maybe then they'll understand that witches no longer belong in New Orleans.
I paused for a breath as I approached my room. Being an Alpha is far harder lately.
