Kratos let's out a sudden growl, furious at the sight and conditions of his pack members. I mentally curse, knowing that atleast one of them heard it. Just as I finished my thought several of my pack members turn my direction, making their guards nervous. I freeze, knowing Kratos just blew our cover before a fight breaks out amongst the rogues diverting their attention.
"It's my turn damn it!" a younger rogue screams
"you'll get your turn when I say so mutt" a larger rogue growls out shoving him to the ground.
"what did you call me?" the young wolf growls as he picks himself up off the ground.
The larger rogue ignores him and continues towards a tent that 3 others just came out of. My chest tightens at the thought of what is happening in that tent. I turn back to the younger rogue to see him mid shift running towards the larger rogue. He was mid jump when the larger rogue turned around catching him by the throat and snapping his neck in one swift movement.