The fight began. Lylah watched with blurry vision as the Lycans effortlessly tore through the rogues, even in their half-shifted form.
The scariest one grabbed one of the wolves and tore him in two. He was the most brutal, strongest, and fastest. The second was swift and calculating, just like the warriors.
Lylah couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. She let herself slowly slip into darkness.
But soon, arms carried her, his strange scent hitting her nose, so strong it almost choked her, but her eyes stayed closed.
"Is she one of them?" a powerful voice beside her said, the tone sending a chill down her spine.
"No," vibrated through the chest of the one holding her. "She has a faint scent of them, barely. I don’t think she’s part of them."
A low growl rumbled through the other one's ch
