CALLUM
My gaze locked onto the four repulsive rogues, and an unexpected surge of excitement surged within me at the thought of pummeling their faces.
There was a time when I used to pity rogues, unable to see them as the monsters they truly were, but rather as lost souls who had succumbed to their grief, letting their inner beasts take over without regaining consciousness. Their presence had become so negligible that they might as well have been considered gone.
But it took losing several of my own warriors to these rogues before I was awakened to the harsh reality.
As I looked at them now, I still felt a twinge of pity, not for what they were, but for what I was about to do to them. Especially after one of them had dared to lay hands on my mate and injure her, her blood a startling re
