*Brody*
I dug my claws into another artery, rupturing it completely. I watched as another wolf fell in front of me, choking on its blood. Another eye lost its life, and another heartbeat stopped. I had killed another rogue. I had taken the life of another living creature.
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, my heart was beating in rhythm with the beating of paws, and my breathing was equal to the wolves falling to the ground. This was my element, my stage, my dance.
'B. Harlow has escaped with Luna and is moving towards a nearby pack. They have a little over two miles to go. They are out of the danger zone.' Emery reported, biting into the hind leg of a somewhat exhausted rogue who would not give up.
'And reinforcements?' I asked, pressing my huge bloody paw to the neck of another
