A lightning struck the sky and illuminated the gruesome scene for a few seconds, giving out the details of the bloody battle, which ended just a few minutes ago.
Blood dripped from the three Donovan's hands as their wounds started to close in and the scratches began to disappear.
They had never seen these many rogues at the same place, and attacking a town at the same time.
Dead bodies piled up in one spot, some of them were still in their beast form while most were lying lifeless in their human skin.
"How it is possible for a lot of rogues to come to this town at the same time?" Torak wiped his bloody hands on the shirt of the last rogue he killed.
Rogues, would usually attack small villages, not a populated place like this town. Moreover, as far as Torak could remember, he never got to see these many rogues gathering to strike an attack like now. They could create their own pack with this number.
