Laura’s Point of View.
Intense air filled the place. The wolves surrounded each other, piercing each other’s dark red eyes and growling ferociously. The sound rattled the bones of the encircling werewolves, who howled and pawed the ground. The atmosphere was so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife.
I took a sneaky look around. I felt sharp eyes from behind the trees. Maximum of fifty rouges were all over the place. Half of them were in front of us.
When I looked at Jacob, his aura grew stronger. I could sense authority and power in his blood, as if anyone who dared to mess with him would fear for their lives.
The war began in the blink of an eye and without warning. The camp of the rogues charged straight at us.
Jacob clutched his opponent’s neck and threw it away. If
