MAXIMUS:
The night air split with howls
They're at it again, causing chaos on my borders, f*****g Rogues. I need to put an end to this once and for all.
Ravensclaw, I gritted my teeth, I don't know why their Alpha is hell bent on making issues with me.
By the time I reached the border, Ragnar and Jordan were already there, their wolves snarling at the shadows slinking between the trees. The stench hit me next, rot, blood, something odd it feels almost foreign.
I immediately transformed with a growl that shook the ground. My wolf surged forward, massive, black, and brimming with rage. Others responded instantly, tails lowered, ears pressed back, their Alpha’s fury feeding their own.
Then the rogues lunged.
It was a blood bath.
My jaws locked around a rogue’s neck, crushing bone,
