Striker.
We got word there was a rogue approaching the border, so we decided to go check it out. As we run through the woods I feel something familiar but unknown. The closer we get to the border the stronger the feeling gets, I feel jittery and on edge. Mason can sense it too, he keeps asking me what’s wrong. I ignore him because I don’t know.
I catch sight of the rogue, a black wolf with a purple tint to its coat. I’ve never seen a wolf like that before, it’s small so it must be a female.
I tell her to stop and she growls at me, taking a step towards me. The next moment Alistair tackled it into the side of a tree. The female winces and grunts as she tries to stand. Her legs are wobbly.
“Shift” I tell her. She growls and looks at me “I will not” She snaps.
Hearing her speak hits
