Chapter 38

He leaps over the dead wolf, his body flying high and far. His claws dig into my shoulder and he pulls me to the ground. Icy snow scratches my face as I hit hard. Punching and clawing the rogue, I fight to tear him off. His claws fly towards my face and I duck to avoid them, grabbing the back of his shoulder I hold him there. He swings his elbow back and I barely have the time to miss it. I push him down further and place my fingers at the back of his neck. My claws lengthen slowly, digging into the base of his neck and through the front. He drops dead. My fingers coated in his blood. I stand up and turn around. The last rogue stalks toward me, the hair on his back standing straight and his lips snarling. I move to him slowly, we circle each other as if we are in training, but the stakes are higher, much higher for him. He lunges first, his teeth biting down on the sleeve of my sweater as I shove him away. The rogue stands up quickly