Lucien's POV
My eyes fall on the wolf in front of me, eyes bloodshot red. It growls at me fearlessly, while charging closer towards me.
"It's a Rogue." I think to myself, they always look funny and smell funny.
It hurls itself at me in a fearless manner, but I lunge at it, pushing it away with my bare hands.
"Quick Aria, get behind me," I call out to Aria, who seemed to be a fit farther. She stays at my back, her breath hot against my skin, while she clings to my clothing. The rogue collides with me again, this time with all fury let loose inside of him. My fists hold on to it's fur, while it slams into me.
I take a step backwards and still in a state of enrage. My hands shift; the sound of cracking bones fill the air, with a sharp pain that follows. The sleeves of my shirt shreds
