Reed's POV
Gareth swings a paw down and I hear a resounding c***k as the rogue's flailing limbs drop to the dirt floor, blood oozing from it's wounds. A gruff grunt rumbles through Gareth's chest and I chuckle at his smugness.
No need to puff out your chest buddy, no ladies here to impress
I tell him as her turns his head to look at Luca's wolf clamping down it's jaw on a rogues neck before throwing the body far off to the side. I run my gaze along the expanse of land as bodies fall one by one. Most of them belonged to the enemy which was a relief, but some still belonged to pack warriors, some had families. I feel a hot pang of regret being the reason they were under attack. I'm brought out of my thoughts by the sound of Jacob Blaine's sinister laughter and I turn my head just in time
