Flora’s P.O.V

Every single red eyes snapped in my directing in an instant.

Maws were bared, claws lengthened and their lips pulled back over incredibly sharp teeth.

The rogues looked ferocious, animals without mercy. And I had just set foot into their trap.

Clay’s eyes snapped open as soon as he got a whiff of my scent and I knew I had to act before the rogue wolves went to attack him. So I charged towards them with a battle cry and they immediately hounded ...