"Cameron," Rylee whispered as she could feel the wolf's white eyes on her. She knew this wolf wasn't like the ones on the blood moon night; she could sense the strength and knew it would be around ninety to one hundred years when it was still alive. She is just a nineteen-year-old wolf; how can she battle a deranged hundred-year-old wolf? "Cameron," she yelled when the wolf leaped at her. She dodged the attack, thanks to her speed, and the commotion finally brought Cameron and Steven's attention.
"A rogue," Steven said.
"Yes, but a stronger one. Much stronger than the ones we fought on blood moon night," Cameron replied, his previous animosity with the young alpha forgotten as they both draw out a means to fight the wolf. Not only is the wolf older and stronger than them, it appeared not to be in it's senses, which means every attack would be for the kill. "We need to work together."
