Zach
It had been a long, grueling week. I and Jack had been hunting rogues, one after another, each hunt lead fizzling out like a candle flame that couldn’t stay lit after another. It was easy to get exhausted over it.
The rogues didn’t follow any particular kind of order, they did not have a pack, and that made them unpredictable, but not just do, they were also dangerous. It made the hunt feel endless, like I was chasing shadows that always slipped out of reach.
I landed a punch on a man, one of the rogues. He had been running from us for days, but we finally caught a few minutes ago by chance. Because of how hard he made it for us to get hold of him, I wanted to make him pay with all the anger boiling within my bones. He stumbled backwards, clutching his ribs, eyes wide, open with p
