Nymera’s POV
It was my father. Blood covered his shirt now and his breathing had become ragged. Yet somehow he still found the strength to throw himself between me and danger.
The rogue recovered quickly.
I saw the claws pop out.
I saw my father turn.
I saw realization appear in his eyes.
Then the rogue’s claws disappeared into his heart. My scream echoed through the forest as the world blurred and all I could see was my dad’s shocked face.
The rogue yanked his hand free.
Blood followed.
So much blood.
My father staggered. For one horrifying moment, I thought he might still be standing. Then another rogue struck him from behind. He collapsed to his knees.
"Dad!"
I ran toward him. The rogues were laughing now. Somebody grabbed my arm again.
I fought wildly.
I didn't care an
