Mabel.
The ground seemed to shake as I took each step forward, my fingers holding on tightly to the knife Finn gave to me, not like it seemed to be of much help now anyway, bodies laying around, blood, the stench of blood heavily filled the air,
Everything pointing to one direction...the trail of blood and destruction all leading to one spot; Lev.
Or whatever was left of him as he raged on, grabbing a rogue mid air and slamming it hard into the ground, the echoes vibrating through the room, shaking the walls of the room,
His beast form still remained, a head and shoulders above the rest, furs like razors, he fought with an unbelievable strength, but one that lacked control, more like a storm,
A couple more rogues lunged themselves at him, but he wasn't to be overpowered, one after the
