Ridge POV
My breath came in small pants as I ran towards the breach, my brothers not far behind me. My footfalls were confident as we crossed our pack lands, lands we had run and played in all our lives. We knew every tree, every rock formation. The only difference this time was that I was in human form, my wolf still a no-show. I am hoping that when the chips are down, he will come and help, and not leave me to die.
My brother's shift as we near the rogues, our guys are fighting hard, you can see these we're better trained than the average rogue, which makes me wonder if they are mercenaries, who belong to no pack, that had started to form, about a year ago, we had heard about them numerous times, they don't answer to anyone, and are known to go in organised group causing havoc.
We joi
