Alexander's POV
I was having a ride protecting the south wing. As numerous as they were, none got past me. I constantly shifted from my wolf form to my semi wolf form. As enjoyable as it got, it also got tiring. They seemed to keep increasing in numbers. How did rogues get this much? What is it that I don't know yet?
It seemed like they were really after the king. They were relentless in their efforts to get past me. It was getting more difficult by the minute. Killing one would make two more come to fight in his stead.
One of the rogues got his claws deep in my body and i staggered back a bit. He did hit me hard and bad. I howled angrily. I was getting weak and they were beating me already. It almost made me wish I had my pack there with me.
The claw injury was healing when another g
