Kane POV
The rogues stood frozen in disarray, leaderless and uncertain. The absence of a commanding voice left them scattered, their indecision playing out in the tense silence. I watched, my wolf pacing within me, claws itching for blood, as they wavered between retreating and launching a full-scale attack.
Some of them began to back away, their fear evident in the way they avoided meeting my gaze. They knew better. They knew that taking on an Alpha—especially me—was a death sentence. But a stubborn few lingered, growling low, their resolve hardening with every second.
One rogue stepped forward, baring his teeth. "Wolf or vampire, it doesn't matter," he spat, his tone defiant. "You're a monster either way."
My eyes darkened, and a low growl rumbled in my chest.
"Big mistake," I muttered, the words barely audible before my wolf surged forward, taking over.