RONAN
Blood drenched my claws and breath thundered in my chest. The moment that iron rod came crashing down and split a rogue’s skull near me, the fight seemed to freeze.
The scent of burnt metal and blood thickened as a figure stepped into the dim light, dragging the iron weapon behind him like a shadow of war.
Alpha Jude.
His face was blank, his naked body painted with gore and torn flesh that didn’t belong to him. Not a single wound marred him. But behind him…every rogue that had dared stand in his path lay twisted and lifeless.
Not that any of us had time to process what we were seeing. A rogue lunged from the side. My instincts took over. I twisted, grabbing its throat mid-leap and slamming it into the stone floor. It’s bones crunched under my palm.
“DON’T GET IN MY WAY, MUTT!!”
