Along with Magnus, Lazarus killed every shifter and vampire rogue out there, his anger getting doubled every time he struck them down. Even God wouldn't have stopped him if he came down in front of him.
With blood splattered all over his tunic and face and arms, he roared to the sky challenging everybody out there. Seven more jumped out of the shadows and attacked him and Magnus. He slew two of them while Magnus slew the remaining one. The two brothers stood back-to-back with their fangs snapping and swords in their hands. The remaining four surrounded them. They circled, throwing their swords every now and then towards them.
"If you think that your mate has gone with the dragon, then we are going to find her and this will never stop," said one of them, his dark hair falling on his face. "Her blood is going to give us power. It would unite all the rogues. She is the key to our strength. And I would suck her from her thighs, Lord Lazarus."
