GO ROGUE
I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.
He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything.
"You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!"
Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side.
I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor.
"They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.
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