LUCAS
Five wolf bodies lie on the ground, their blood settled into pools of blood beneath them, frozen now in the snow.
My beta approaches, his face grim. He kneels beside one of the corpses, examining it with a critical eye. "You said they weren't in their right minds?"
I've seen my share of battles, but this was different. The rogues attacked with a ferocity that bordered on madness. "It wasn't natural. Almost rabid. We didn't have a chance to communicate."
I stand over the largest of the bodies, frowning. It wasn't as though we hadn't tried to bring them in alive. They just had no interest in negotiating. There isn't much we can do at that point.
Kellan's voice breaks through my thoughts. "They're only five miles from the compound."
"They were heading south," I say, watching as Kellan's shoulders visibly relax. "Not toward the pack."
