Aiden POV
The shadow-controlled wolf's claws raked across my shoulder as I threw him off the road. His eyes were completely black, no sign of the friendly beta who used to help me with patrol schedules. Now he moved like a doll, empty and wrong.
"Aiden, behind you!" Brock's warning came just in time.
I spun around and caught another controlled wolf by the wrists before his claws could reach my neck. This one had been a young alpha from the eastern region, barely older than us. Seeing him turned into Morrigan's tool made my stomach twist with anger.
"We can't keep fighting our own people," I said, shoving the controlled wolf away hard enough to knock him down but not hurt him permanently.
Brock grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. "Then we better stop this fast."
