CHAPTER 8

Our talons rip through the flesh of his upper arm, enlisting a yelp of pain from his lips but I don't stop there. It's followed by a blow from our claws, sending him flying a good distance away.

Their scent is more pungent than ever and I'm more than sure what we were against.

Damn rogues.

A shriek suddenly echoes in the air right beside me. I immediately know something bad has happened to Freya.

We turn swiftly, growling menacingly at the second intruder standing over her ...