A rogue tackled a young warrior to the ground, its teeth sinking into his throat before he could react. His scream was cut short, his body going still. Another warrior was thrown against a tree with a force that made my ribs ache just watching. He didn’t get up.
For every rogue we took down, two more emerged from the forest.
A flicker of doubt wormed its way into my chest, but Autumn crushed it instantly.
“Fight. Tear. Kill.”
And we did.
A rogue lunged, but Autumn was faster. Our claws sank deep into its ribs, feeling the sickening give of organs beneath. We wrenched our paw back, and the rogue staggered, blood bubbling from its mouth before it collapsed.
Autumn turned just in time to see Alek rip through two rogues at once, his massive black form a blur of movement and raw power. Al
