The Lycan's Rejected Mate
I murmured as I let him fall.
Behind me, one of the lycans went down under the weight of two rogues attacking together. They fought with reckless abandon, striking in frenzied bursts fueled by whatever poison coursed through their veins.
“Left side!” I shouted.
A girl I had heard called Anna shifted mid-motion and barreled into one of them, tearing him off her brother with a savage snarl.
Alec was no longer simply fighting—he was dismantling them. Massive and relentless, golden eyes blazing, he carved through the field with brutal efficiency. But even he was taking hits. One rogue slammed into his flank with enough force to stagger him, something that should not have been possible.