"I'm talking to you,” the booming voiced male said to me before he turned to the others, “get him.”
He commands them.
At first, I wanted to run back to the pack. This way I can be able to call my pack members and have them surround the rogues.
But I thought about the possibility of them running away.
No sane rogue will run into a pack if they are not much in number, and these rogues, in particular, are only a few, but they seem like the ordinary members of the rogue pack.
As one, the rogue wolves approached me, their faces showed their determination to kill me.
I stood there watching as they all approached me as one. Probably of the mind, they can deal with me since I'm only a person, and they are ten.
I scoffed at that thought.
This right here is the mentality of the world. They
