Lycus's pov
Rogues? My nostrils flared as I found it hard to pick up their scent, it was strange, "Handle it." I growled at the guard before me.
"We need your help Alpha." He looked pale with fear making me wonder if it was just rogues.
"I didn't train weaklings, handle it," I commanded again and just then a shrill cry pierced the air. I motioned for him to get up, "what is the state of things?"
"Two warriors down." He gulped.
"What do you mean down?" I asked with a quirked brow.
"Two warriors dead." He said and I leaped in the air immediately shifting into my black wolf giving Spyro control. From the corner of his eye, he could see other wolves doing the same and running towards the border.
"Why the f**k are there two people dead?" Spyro asked the guard who had come to relate the
