Chapter 100

I made my way through the clearing with ease, stopping and helping those who belonged to my pack take down rogues and those from Rogers pack that tried to cause them harm. It was clear to see that Roger's plan had failed, many of his pack had turned there back either running away or taking down rogues themselves.

I followed Rogers scent that was leading to the trees. A small trail of red coated the grass, catching the rays of sun that broke through the clouds above. He was injured and healing slowly.

A rogue jumped out and in my path, it's fur a matted brown colour, salvia dripping from its open mouth and its eyes clouded by blood lust. It attacked first, it's jaws aiming for my throat, the attack was sloppy and predictable. My wolf raised our paw and easily swatted the rogue away to the side where it landed at the base of a tree. It lay unmoving and unconscious no longer a threat.