ELIJAH’s POV
Rogues were a messy lot. They fought with zero finesse and were always ready to draw blood. Lucky for them, I had blood of my own to draw as well.
I waited while the first rogue ran in my direction and struck it with my claw. I was outnumbered, but numbers were never my problem.
Plus, I was angry enough.
They came forward, baring teeth and slashing claws, and I realised that to win, I was going to have to fight dirty as well.
The fight dragged on for what felt like forever, but I fought them with all that I had inside of me. But the more they fell, the more kept coming. When I survived this, I was going to have to come back here and survey the area. Somehow, this seemed to be their base of some kind.
“Mate.” My wolf cried, and I felt that pain in my chest from earlier.
