Sera grabbed them first.
Her claws didnât slice. They dug. Into the rogueâs face. Straight through his eye socket until her entire paw was buried inside his skull.
She didnât scream. She didnât roar. She leaned in, lips curled back, silver eyes burning like prophecy itself, and she tore.
One yank.
That was all it took.
The rogueâs entire face came off like wet paper, jaw dropping open in a final silent scream as blood exploded out of his head and rained across her chest. His body thrashed once, then slumped against the altar like a broken offering.
The second rogue tried to run.
She caught his ankle mid-turn, yanked so hard he flipped backwards, spine cracking against the marble.
Before he could blink she was on him. Mouth to throat. Fangs straight through cartilage. She didnât j
