Author's POV
But it was too late. Rollins lunged forward with terrifying speed, his claws slicing through the air as he tackled the nearest rogue, a burly man who barely had time to scream before Rollins's powerful jaws clamped down on his throat. The rogue's eyes widened in shock, and blood sprayed across the ground as Rollins tore into him, the growl deep in his throat vibrating with raw, savage anger.
Liam, equally swift and merciless, attacked another rogue who had tried to flee. The gray wolf's fangs sank into the rogue's leg, dragging him to the ground. The rogue struggled, but it was futile. With a swift bite to the neck, Liam ended his life.
The remaining rogues, seeing the brutal efficiency with which their comrades were dispatched, turned and fled into the woods, fear
