KILLIAN
The night air reeked of blood and rot. I caught their scent before I saw them...rogues, circling like vultures, their snarls cutting through the trees. My wolf surged forward inside me, demanding release, demanding violence.
And then I saw her.
A lone figure sprawled on the ground, trembling, eyes wide with terror. A woman. Her scent was strange...familiar yet unlike any I had ever known. But there was no time to think, because the rogues lunged for her throat.
A growl ripped from my chest, low and savage. I shifted without hesitation, claws tearing the earth as my wolf exploded free. The first rogue never even saw me coming...I slammed into him, jaws locking around his throat, and with one violent jerk I tore it open. Hot blood sprayed across my muzzle, but I was already turn
