Zayden's POV
I step out of the packhouse with a group of warriors behind me. I sniff the air and I can smell the dirty rogues nearby; I walk to an opening in the woods that is by the house.
“Come out, you miserable worthless, b*stards!" I yell. They probably are unaware that I am here, for now, I will hold off on shifting.
I hear the rustling of trees and twigs snapping, they are coming out. Within seconds a dozen hungry beasts step out from the woods and show their fangs.
Worthless beings.
Behind me the warriors shift into their wolf form ready for battle, I can smell their lust for blood and revenge. I understand their feelings and the need to rip off a few throats and the need for adrenaline.
I c***k my knuckles and my neck; I don't feel that these rogues deserve to die at the
