Mariana Rose
I just stared at the wild empty eyes of the rogue wolf with my feet frozen on the ground.
“Move!” my mind screamed but I could not. It’s too late. It’s literally just a centimeter away from biting me.
Paralyzed with fear, I could only close my eyes and wait for the pain to hit me.
But it didn’t. Instead, I heard a grunt and a sound of bones breaking and a foul smell of rotting flesh in the air.
Gasping, I opened my eyes and saw the decapitated head of the rogue on my feet and Rozen’s bloody hands checking up on me.
“Are you okay?” he asked and examined my body thoroughly. “Scratches? Open bites? Injuries?”
“N-No, I… I’m fine,” I answered while my eyes were fixed on his arm where a nasty bite wound took up almost a meter of his skin. With my hands shaking, I reached for
