Meret growled.

Her irises dilating from dark hazel to silver Iris. A bit of her claws and fangs coming out.

She could feel it.

The sound that tore out of her chest was a brutal force, raw and commanding, vibrating through the open space. 

For a while she had forgotten what it felt like. The power that fuels the growl and how she felt powerful.

The rogues froze, confusion flickering in their eyes before the pain hit them.

The growl struck like a blow invisible yet brutal.

Their bodies jerked ...