FINNIAN
“Prince Finnian!!”
The desperate cry tore through the clash of blades and the growls around me. I turned sharply just in time to see a black rogue lunging straight at me. His claws ripped across my neck, searing through flesh. I staggered back, hissing in pain, but I caught myself before falling.
Rage boiled inside me. I grabbed him by the neck and slammed my fist into his jaw, again and again, until I felt his jawbone crack under my knuckles.
His red eyes glowed brighter, and with a snarl, I punched harder... his chest, ribs, neck until he flew across the field, crashing into the dirt. Sand and blood scattered in the air.
He was strong, stronger than the others. He was the Beta of the rogues that had been haunting the Crow Moon Pack for weeks. He pushed himself up slowly, dus
