Hundred and Twelve

LEO’S POV

I shifted out of the way just in time for a rouge to land right where I stood, it fangs and tongue vigorously gallivanting around it mouth. My reflex was far better than his which was why I was able to escape his horrific bite. I hate cowards that issue a surprise attack, you either come right in front of me or you are not worth fighting.

More wolves sprang out of the darkness, the glittering eyes the only awareness to their presence coupled with the growling and clattering of teeth.

From their foul smell, I could tell. I need no one to point out to me what they were. Rouges. This fucker had a plan all along and he played us. He played us and dragged us here so he could unleash these mother fuckers on us.

My wolf growled in a rather angry stance, it Claws digging deeper into the soil floor, readying itself for another attack. It was hot with rage to the point of boiling and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

If I let thought dwell toward the fact that he actually mad