ROSE"Where is he?!" Deamian yelled at the bloodied rogue with almost sunken back eyes and scratches all over his face. I was gory, unfeeling, merciless, and plain cold, but Deamian took it to a new level. So much so that Carina had left two hours ago crying and feeling sick to the stomach. My poor Beta even threw up outside. To be quite frank, my stomach was being tugged in all kinds of directions just watching him, and for a moment, I understood exactly what “power” was and how it was different to “strength”. Of course, Deamian had both, but this was just plain scary.The rogue shook his head for about the hundredth time and then the sound of breaking bones followed. I watched in horror as Deamian tore through the flesh and bones of his victim. This was the fifth rogue he'd killed today, along with a few shadows- humans infected with some sort of dark, forbidden werewolf magic- and although
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