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Sandra's POV "Let's go." I said to the Brunos, and they followed me. Anna was sniffling and I felt bad for her. I can never imagine having my child in a hospital bed, all beaten up by a rogue. I could literally kill the rogue myself, and drag him across the fields. We arrived at the middle of the pack’s town and halted at the scene unfolding in front of us. Parents closed their children’s eyes and I was gaping. The rogue was hanged in the middle by the neck, blood covering him from head to toe. He had missing fingers and a missing leg. His body was burnt, which I assume it’s from the acide. His eyeballs were missing, as he had his eyes opened, but missing. I gagged and tried not to look too much at him. I couldn’t feel pity for the rogue. He deserved it, and I am happy that he