Layla’s POV
I don’t think. I just let my rage take over, and my body moves without instruction. It’s almost like I’ve been shoved into a passenger seat and have to watch someone else drive.
Violent and relentless, I tear through the rest of the rogues.
One attacks.
I meet him, slamming him into the ground hard enough for his bones to crack. Without hesitating or giving him a chance to react, my jaws close around his throat. Blood fills my mouth, hot and metallic, but I don’t release him until he’s dead.
Then I move on.
The next wolf is too slow, thinking he could circle me and find an opening. I rotate, rake my claws across his chest, and slice him open. He drops to the ground, rolling as blood pours from his wound.
One after the other, I take them down. Bodies litter the grou
