Wes’s POV
It feels like with each rogue that falls, two appear in their place. The earth turning red, soaked with the scent of rot and each step slippery with blood.
‘There’s just too many’ Jiren groans, the wolf himself mere metres from me, but he doesn’t look like the Jiren I know, his walk unsteady, his movements slow.
A screech of pain pulls my attention. Lurther.
I look between the two, quickly choosing Lurther as Jiren spits his rogue to the ground.
I leap, teeth ripping, claws sinking in as I pull the rogue from atop of Lurther, the scent of his blood filling the air.
Fu*k.
‘Fu*kkkkkk’ is my only thought as I look down at my friend, his soft whimpers filling the air. His hurt. Maybe too hurt, but I’m not given long to linger, another rogue taking the fallens place.
I can fe
