Amelia
Bailey and her rogues may have been smaller than our pack wolves but what they lacked in size they made up for in their ferocity. The air around us sizzled with lightning as the sounds of fighting filled the woods around us. Rogues pounced on the wolves around them, tearing with their claws and ripping apart skin with their teeth. Our wolves broke into various smaller groups, fighting back, and killing the rogues one by one, but soon our wolves began to drop with their own injuries. The rogues seemed to have endless energy, fighting through horrific injuries, as if driven to ignore their own wounds and keep fighting. Lightning began striking the trees and ground around us, soon igniting some of the trees and starting a fire. As the trees went up flames, I turned towards the witches
