Nova POV

There’s no longer pack patrol guarding the town hall. They are either fighting around us or elsewhere in the territory. Rogues are everywhere and I can’t see Luca or Leah. My palms tingle again and I look down to find the marks glowing. Ok weird but I don’t have time to question it as two rogues have spotted me and are now lunging. My palms begin to burn and fire starts shooting out like a fucking flame thrower.

I jump back and aim it at the rogues. These marks are like a damn Swiss Army knife. Howls of pain surround me as I barbecue the rogues who step into range. A pack member comes into view on my left but he’s completely surrounded by rogues. I try to push out my magic range to reach him but it’s so draining. I grit my teeth and push still. The flames slowly spread and reach the rogues surrounding the pack wolf. The wolf looks at me with recognition and I can’t help but wonder who he is. He starts backing towards me but he’s still under attack. I give another