Hope POV
I feel almost powerful as I plunge my knife into rogues and take them out, providing safety to the omegas who are helpless due to the attack and unable to get to the exit. Blood splatters across my body as I keep a wary eye on my mate, unaware that he is doing the same. For the first time in forever, I'm not afraid. These rogues are weak, almost pitiable. I'm so busy paying attention to what is going around me that I fail to see the chandelier above me shaking as I stand there. The rogues are beginning to retreat, losing the battle, and we have minor injuries and from what I can discern, nobody has been killed. I heaved a sigh of relief, dropping my knife to the ground when I looked up and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I hear a ferocious growl, and then I am bodily s
