Student of the Alpha Princes
The rogue only smirks wider, undeterred by the cold energy we radiate.
"And what makes you think I'll tell you anything?"
Without another word, Cameron lunges forward and grabs the rogue by his collar, his nails digging into flesh. I follow suit, using my claws to slice shallow marks across the rogue's arm, not enough to be lethal, but enough to hurt.
The rogue winces but chuckles.
"That all you got?"
My eyes lock onto Cameron's, and we share a silent agreement. This needs to escalate. Using a specialized silver blade—a substance deadly to werewolves—I make a calculated cut across the rogue's thigh. He roars in pain but still, he only laughs, his eyes filled with madness.
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