Gustavo's POV
The metallic smell of blood, corrupted the air. My sword flung blindly in mid-air, as it slid through a bullet.
I was too skilled in the art of war, to be less prepared for the invasion of the Holo Rogue pack.
They had come in through the back door of the pack and were on a mad rampage.
I had women, children, the elderly who refused to leave their homes and the pack behind as well as Camille to protect.
My world was revolving around the elements of being Alpha, and my duty was first to my pack.
Fighting with Gerald by my side, I was pumped with the adrenaline to be the victor and even though my pack's soldiers were outnumbered, heads from the rogues were coming off with ease from our end.
My father would be proud of me. I had grown into a force to be reckoned with. My
