The Alpha's Mark
Darius stayed next to me, snapping his head right and left to see if anyone was approaching us.
Two rogues charged at me. Darius took them head on. He was a force of destruction. His claws ripped through anyone who came near me. He fought like an Alpha, fueled by rage. I stayed close to Darius, fighting alongside him. My heart pounded as I dodged an attack from a rogue. Then I lashed out, slashing my claws across his face. He stumbled back, howling in pain, and Darius finished him off by plunging his claws in his neck.
The air was filled with screams, grunts, flesh being ripped off and bones cracking. It was thick with the scent of blood. The rogues kept coming, and one by one, the rogues fe