Tristan's POV
It was hard to fight rogues without letting any blood get inside your system. We train to fight as wolves, not humans, so we don't know how to use weapons. Our claws and teeth are as sharp as knives, so there is no point in using anything else, but right now, it is a nuisance.
The rogues keep coming at me. I have killed many already, but my body is growing weary. I'm not sure how much I can dodge, and I still have to make sure they don't try to come closer to the cave without letting them s***h me with their claws or bite me anywhere.
"At least they are not as fast as that rogue back in Silver Lake," Remiel pointed out, and I had to agree with him.
That rogue was a monster; he was stronger, faster, and a better fighter than these rogues, but that didn't mean I could le
