The Luna’s Revenge
He only kept sending rogues forward, testing, watching.
It was a game to him, and Theron realized bitterly that Evander was waiting, waiting for him to exhaust himself, to let the sickness drag him down.
A massive rogue barreled toward him, larger than the rest, its fur mottled with scars.
Theron staggered as pain lanced through his side, but he stood his ground.
The beast lunged, and he caught it mid-air, both hands gripping its maw.
Muscles strained, veins bulging, as the rogue snapped and writhed.