Storm
These were the type of rogues that Doyle had been worried that I was like. The kind who enjoyed creating chaos and destruction. The kind who killed for sport. The kind you either avoided at all cost, or you eliminated, to ensure the survival of the ones you loved!
The rogues that were slinking towards us like the mutts they were, growled at me threateningly, as they advanced on us. My wolf continued to growl at the rogue wolves. It was a warning to them that I was more than prepared to fight them to the death if I had to, to protect myself and the girls.
I moved closer to the stream, placing myself between the rogue wolves and the three girls. It was surprising how fast my wolf had come to claim the three girls as her own family. It was merely through a strange twist of fate, that
