Scott’s Point of View The second I hit the tree line, the sounds of the pack behind me fade into the distance as I push forward, my wolf surging beneath my skin, urging me faster, harder. There’s no hesitation, no second guessing, just pure instinct. Protect. Fight. Win.My jaw tightens and I pick up speed, weaving through the trees until the sounds of fighting reach me, snarls, shouts, the sickening sound of bodies hitting the ground, and something strange hits me, there are about thirty rogues, but once again, there is no scent. I burst into the clearing just as one of my warriors gets slammed into a tree. Alpha! Marcus’ voice cuts through the chaos as he takes down a rogue to my left. I’ve got it.I say. I don’t think. I just act, already moving towards him. I grab the rogue by the throat before he can strike again and I slam him into the ground. I tear through the first rogue easily, then the next. My pack moves with me, trained, sharp, and coordinated. Alpha, to your
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