Chapter 88. Heads to Take

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

"Now, now, no need to stick out your lovely sharp talons." 

A tawny wolf strode forward. At about three feet tall, it was slightly taller than Emily. Its eyes flashed a cunning gaze as it scanned us thoroughly.

"Back off!" 

Emily snarled, baring her teeth. Muzzle dripped with blood and she didn't bother to spit it out. 

"I'm Vukas, she's Erica, and the others are my crew." The rogue introduced, turning a deaf ear to Emily's harsh response.

A female stalked from behind him. Her dirty brown fur was toned with Vukas somehow, meaning they were mated. A pair of rogue leaders, what a love story.

"Why don't we talk like civilized wolves?" Vukas asked again.

"Civilized, heh," Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes without letting her guard down.