Bastard Son of an Alpha King
All the while I planned to go after their leader, the one they call Black, who was standing at one corner watching me kill his men one after the other.
Coward.
A punch from my right hand to the face of another rogue sent four of his teeth flying off his bloody mouth and he groaned in pain.
I pulled out a chair and smacked it on his head and he fell to his knees, blood spit drooling from his mouth.
While ensuring I kept steady eye contact with the Black, I twisted the neck of the rogue and he was instantly dead as his body fell to the ground like a log of wood.
I could feel my wolf leaping and jumping for joy as I take each of the mother fuckers down, one after the other.