Patrick.
Things were dissolving quickly. More quickly than he cared to admit. Patrick had sprinted, shifting into Aero on the way, and had witnessed the chaos that was the front line’s defense on the eastern border. It was in shambles. Rogues were easily breaking through and were heavily attacking his warriors.
Gavin and his team had shifted and were already surrounded by rogues, both dead and alive. Aero grit his teeth at the sight, his blood already boiling with rage and he snarled in sheer disgust at the filthy mutts who would dare go after his people. Since they were under his care, he would personally rip out the throat of every rogue who harmed his warriors.
Charging forward, Aero entered the fray, his teeth sinking into the first rogue body he could find. Blood filled his mouth
