ROLAN
A trespasser that I’m convinced was from Ravenclaw had traced Zander and my warriors down to the middle of the woods where I was trapped before Doctor Pretty rescued me.
Without a second thought, I lunged forward, feeling my bones agile and muscles surge. I didn’t even feel the pain in my injured leg as I cut off his neck cleanly with my sword, sending his lifeless body crumpling to the ground at my feet.
She gasped, stumbling backwards, her eyes wide with shock as she took in what just happened. I knew what she must think—that I was demonic and ruthless.
Well, I knew that was not much of a romantic thing to do in front of one’s mate but he was a threat, that is what a trespasser deserves. And I would do anything to keep my pack safe even if it means cutting as many heads as pos
