[XIII]A Guardian Angel

The rogue hovered over my ankle and I could smell his delight. He was happy in many ways. His smell brought fear into my body. Because I could smell he wanted to Hunt, Kill, Eat, but most importantly... he wanted to mate. His hormones was the same smell Alpha Brendon put off around me. Strong and cocky. And, stupidly... I haven''t accepted Brendon's mark. Nothing could save me from what was about to happen to me. Brendon was god knows where... Half the pack was gone. Mal might be dead... and now I can't run to save my life. Oh, and who knows where all the omegas are hiding. Arwen growled as my vision started to come back, thanks to being a werewolf... My healing was kicking in. I looked around and caught Mal's crumpled body on the floor in human form. He was barely breathing and healing off a bad wound. The rogue had took a chunk out of him. My eyes landed on the rogue, he was stroking himself and trying to get ready to rape me.

'Arwen,' I thought in shock. My eyes flashed an