Quinn positioned herself for a fight, and the pack members around her backed away, giving her the space she needed. They were afraid, but at least they didn’t leave the injured members behind, they were pulling them away with them, saving them.
The rogue was the first to attack and Quinn didn’t find it hard to sight its advances. Its attack was powerful, but it was nonstrategic. He was big…big and slow…but one hit from it could bring her to her knees…she had to thread carefully.
Growling, Quinn walked slowly around it, and its eyes followed her with a lethal gaze. Red eyes that were lost and filled with bloodlust, red eyes full of pain…if she left her home to become a rogue because of Jeo and Delilah, would she too turn out like this?
Become feral enough to not be able to distinguish
