Chapter Thirty - Six

ATLAS

The moment I see Kris go down and the rogue go for his jugular, I instantly lose my mind, screaming out his name. I can barely think straight. I leap towards him without even thinking, how the fuck, where did this rogue come from. My mind races as I lunge forward to rip the wolf from him.

The moment I hear his guttural scream that is followed by silence, I know it’s over before the wolf even gets off of him. The instant gut-wrenching rage that starts to flow instantly has me unleashing a vice grip of my power around the rogue; without even blinking, my arms suddenly swing out to either side of my body, the rogue’s body instantly being ripped into two, landing far away in opposite directions from me as I launch his severed corpse body through the air.

My eyes instantly land on Kris, and my body goes numb. I’m suddenly to my knees beside him, his silent form, the blood. Fuck!

Screaming out at the top of my lungs, I feel the lack of oxygen burning its way to my soul, my eyes sud