Chapter 12

Neah watched in horror as bloodied screams tore through the rogues lips. Damon looked horrifying as he seperated their heads from their body with ease.

His wolf form imposing and magnificent, the rogues looked like dwarfs to his own giant form.

Their leader who was the last person remaining attempted to run but Damon grabbed him by the neck and flung his back on the rock as his spinal broke and he dropped down dead.

Neah gulped down another lump for the seventh time as Damon stood on his toes and shifted back, he turned to look at Neah with blood spattered across his handsome face.

Neah's gaze remained stuck on the male, refusing to break a single contact as his orbs still remained a static yellowish predatory eyes.

He took slow strides towards Neah whose feet was rooted at a spot unable to move as his yellow orbs changed back to their usual grey color.

Neah was speechless, the sight was disturbing and truly horrifying. She had not experienced anything like this in her entire life eve