Enzo’s POV
The hideout reeked of rogues; it made me nearly sick to my stomach. There were a lot of them, and they were attacking my men and me.
I was dodging their attacks and even getting a few bites in myself. I was still bigger than most of them, but because there were so many of them, I couldn’t beat them all on my own.
I felt a sharp blade slicing through my arm; it was made of silver. It stung, but it didn’t let that be shown on my face. Just as the blade came back around and was about to slice my face, I shifted into my human form, ducking the attack, and kicking the rogue asshole to the ground. He was also in his human form.
I stepped on his wrist, forcing him to release the blade and beg me for mercy. Max let out a low growl in my throat; he wanted to tear this jerk to piec
