POV. Eric Lafallete.
After four rogues attacked my sides, I destroyed their jugulars with a blind rage. I hear Aika shout ENOUGH! And a beam of light coming from her body blinds us, making it difficult for us to see what was happening. I turn and see how the rogues, who were attentively observing what Aika was doing, all fall at the same time with their necks broken. We all remained silent watching the spectacle of rogues fall. The cold that comes with death can be smelled for miles, setting the desolate landscape that promises what was once the home of the pack.
The bodies of the rogues and members of my pack, lying everywhere. So much death, so much destruction for no apparent reason. They wanted to eliminate it, that's for sure.
My heart screams with pain when I see such a landscape.
