DEVON POV.
Where the f**k did all these rogues come from? I growl to myself. Never before have I seen this size of rogue wolves together before and never this organized. I stare down at my latest rogue kill below my clawed paws. I can taste its sour, bitter blood in my mouth when I tore out its throat. I snap my head to the right when I catch a blur movement from the corner of my eye. My father was taking on two wolves simultaneously and he was fairing quite well. Not that I was surprised, he was the alpha for a reason.
I quickly survey the wolves around me and am pleased to see that we have gotten the upper hand and that some of the rogue were fleeing. I start chasing some of them, taking down one or two in the process and soon enough the rogues fled across the border of our lands.
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