Deacon’s POV
Excitement rushed through my veins as I ran through the gate of Rogue’s camp, ready to s*******r anyone coming my way.
With a silver blade in one hand and an elongated wolf claw in another, I dashed forward like a shadow. Before others could even turn to look at me, my blade struck through them.
Shouts and cries quickly filled the area as blood reeked through our noses. My team surged forward without hesitation as we made way for Elena’s team.
A small smile formed on my lips as I saw in my peripheral vision how she fearlessly led her team toward the supply area of the Rogues.
Each of her strikes was precise and deadly, almost mirroring my own skills. As her figure vanished before my eyes, I continued rushing forward. But before I realized that I was too occupied admiring
