I shook the rogue off of me and sank my claws into its chest, writhing in pain. With a final howl, the rogue slumped to the ground, lifeless.
But I knew I couldn’t let my guard down just yet. There were other rogues out there waiting to strike. For me, the fight wasn’t over until Skyrim was safe, and I was determined to go to any length to protect them.
I stood there, heavy breathing, my eyes scanning the clearing for any sign of movement. I came to a full halt a few minutes later, my senses on high alert. I could feel stares and eyes watching me from somewhere, and I was certain I wasn’t the only one. I could sense the presence of other werewolves nearby, and it was clear they weren’t friendly.
“f**k! I was right,” I hissed to myself as hundreds of them appeared out of nowhere and enci
