Myself and a group of the most trained soldiers handpicked by me had left early this morning to deal with the rogue problem and we had landed ourselves right in the middle of the situation.
The wolf in front of me was scrawny. His grey fur was matted, and even missing in some places. His eyes had turned red, showing that he had become feral; there was no trace of the human who he once was. Usually, we would try to save rogues and help to integrate them back into society and a new pack, but for red eye rogues, there was no going back he or she couldn’t be saved.
He growled at me and lunged. Somehow, he managed to clamp his teeth into the scruff of my neck, but I soon shook him off and threw him against one of the trees. We were deep in the forest, and the inky black sky was hindering my
