XANDER'S POV:
"Get off me!" Nyx growled softly through the night, her voice laced with fear and anxiety.
My whole body stiffened. These rogues weren’t just strays—they were much worse, the kind that lived on brutality. How their leader held Nyx, his grip merciless, too tight, made my blood bubbled.
"f*****g get off her!" I scoffed, my voice strained with fury.
But they acted as if I wasn't speaking to them. As if my words were nothing more than whispers in the air.
I struggled further, every nerve in my being straining against the steel grip of the rogues pressing on me. And then, with one final blast of my strength, I broke free from them.
Without even a brief wait, I launched toward the leader who was still holding Nyx. My only thought was to get her out of his hold, to crush
