Something is off...

*Maverick*

The odds are not in my favor as I take a hesitant step back, cursing under my breath. Where the hell are these assholes even coming from and why the hell are they not the usual rogues? They die like a rogue but they fight like well-trained warriors. That’s enough to make my wolf and I feel on edge, like something is off. Like there are things we don’t know but should.

I’m surrounded, waiting for the attack, yet no one moves, as if they are waiting for the green light from someone. I growl, low in my chest, my patience officially gone as I take the lead, rushing the two rogues ahead of me. Their eyes grow wide, the one on the right ducking intime to miss my tackle as I take down the other.

We roll, both of us fighting for the upper hand as we tumble over the jaded rocks. I can feel them slicing into my back and I push myself over once more, landing me on top. There’s no time to give him a moment to breathe, so launch my fist into his face, my knuckles creaking with every bl