Twenty Eight

A deafening growl echoed throughout the bushes which landscaped the gardens. Brielle’s face fell blank as she clenched her jaw, preparing for action. Reid’s expression hardened as his eyes scanned the enclosure, searching for the animal that threatened them.

The faint sound of leaves crunching against the grass bed pinpointed the threats whereabouts, as both Brielle’s and Reid’s heads snapped in that direction.

Brielle’s brow quirked as she observed the snarling wolf creeping towards them.

“Is this a joke?” Ocean queried flatly.

The scraggy, auburn wolf bared it’s teeth as it took another heavy step closer to the duo, slamming its paw to the ground. The rogue was attempting it’s fiercest impression, but neither of the Alpha’s could see past the scrawny frame which it carried.

It was malnourished, weak. Barely even a threat to an unranked warrior. The rogue wasn’t to be underestimated though, it was clear it had turned feral, meaning it would do just about anything to kill its prey.

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