King Bailey POV
Kill them. Kill them all. Leave their bodies littered on the ground and let their blood stain the forest floor, my Lycan roared inside my mind as we fought, the battle becoming intense. The elders might have been older, but that didn't mean that they weren't skilled or experienced at fighting. In fact, they were more agile and more skillful than we had given them credit for and as they lunged and clawed, snarled and snapped their jaws at us, we kept our heads, focussing on protecting each other's backs, the elder's doing the same as they kept their formation and ensured it didn't break. We were all injured. I could see the blood staining all of our fur. Thomas was injured, his front paw limping slightly as he dodged and weaved between them, his snout tinged with crimson re
