/Trigger warning: gore, murder, fighting/
Marcus POV
My wolf’s teeth clamped down into flesh, and I could feel the warm, metallic liquid flood my mouth.
The thrill of the fight was rushing through my body when suddenly a Rogue wolf jumped on my back and bit my shoulder.
I could feel the searing pain from the bite, but choosing to ignore it, I let go of a dead Rogue and slammed my side into a tree, making the one on top of me lose its hold on my shoulder and fall from my back.
Without wasting a second, I lunged at him, surprising him and managing to bite into his side, making him yelp in pain. As soon as he was down, I went for his throat and ripped it open. I saw the moment his eyes went glassy, and he was gone.
I looked around the field and could see others still fighting of
