Warrick’s POV
I watch as Evan runs slightly left, out of the corner of my eye. Her hair was put into a tight bun, when? I don’t know, but it seems like all of the women have tight buns. She gets blood over her in seconds, when she pulls her sword out and lops the head off an incoming wolf.
I direct my attention to the f*cker a couple feet in front of me, running at full speed and shift my hand into my claws ripping out his heart when he gets close. Viggo is growling throughout my head, just begging to be released. But the plan is not to do so until the last minute, to catch them off guard. Rain starts to pour as I now can only see about ten feet in front of me. We had a feeling this would happen at some point, but didn’t know when.
As I run though the rain I hear the screams and clash
