Adrian’s POVSo far, so good. The fight grew more vicious around us. I tore through the rotten rogues like a machine, claws slashing, jaws snapping. Blood sprayed hot across my face and chest. Every time one of those decaying bastards tried to get close to Kira, I lost it…ripping limbs, crushing throats, making sure none of their filth even breathed near her. My queen stayed right behind me, just like she promised. No wild stunts. No running off. She was being such a good girl tonight, and it almost made me smile in the middle of all this carnage.Where the hell did these things come from? These cursed rogues were supposed to stay trapped in their wolf forms for life…mindless, rotting shells. None had been sighted in any kingdom for centuries. So why now? They don't think for themselves because they are feral. They only followed whoever managed to brainwash their rotten minds. So who was hiding behind these puppets? Why wasn’t the coward showing his face?Suddenly, I felt Kira
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