Nine: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

My legs propelled me forward, faster than I had ever run before. My body weaved in and out of the trees as I pushed toward my mate. Nothing would be harming them today, of that I was certain.

I would destroy every wolf that even looked their way before I let my family be taken from me.

The smell of the rogue grew stronger the closer I got to the house, and as their scent mixed and thickened, I knew they weren't alone. There were multiple, hunting together. Whether it was me they were after or Lana, I couldn't risk it.

The putrid scent surrounded me as I reached the tree line of the house. I came to a stop before exposing myself in the open area behind the building.

They were here. I could sense them slinking their way around my mate's den, looking for the best method to attack. It was rare for rogues to go after humans, but not unheard of.

A small head popped up in the window with a bright smile, and I