Allan's POV
The coppery scent of blood and the smell of death filled the air. The trees blocked the sky. The sound of steel blades hitting, fighting grunts rented the air. The shouts of men were cut off as they met death. I fought my way through, my eyes set on Droker. He stayed behind and let his men move the battlefront to fight. Coward.
Bodies were dropping. I recognized some of my men but more of the bodies were unknown, wearing leather that is favoured by Droker's men. We were winning the battle. I gave Droker a devilish grin as I slit the throat of another of his men. A message to him. I'd make his death slow and painful, for hurting my Luna.
I could hear my wolf growling and raking his claws within me.
“Let me at him. He hurt mate" he growled.
"Don't you worry. I will. He'd
