Chapter 41. Bloodbath

Rasmus’s POV

The rogues surged forward, fucking cowards, their snarls and growls filling the air. And I snarled louder. I was fucking enraged. These motherfucking rouges were me the fuck off now. I didn’t need to turn into my wolf form; my claws extended, sharp and deadly, and my canines elongated, ready to tear through their disgusting flesh.

I launched myself at the first rogue. The fucker thought he could match my swiftness and precise blows. Like I bled for nothing in those training grounds. My claws slashed through his throat, blood sprayed around like a mark of a battle’s start. He fell, gurgling, his eyes wide with shock. Before he hit the ground, I was already moving to the next target.

This one was larger than the first rogue and lunged at me from the side, but I sidestepped and drove my claws into his ribcage, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone under my grip. I ripped my hand free, and the cunt collapsed in a heap, whimpering as his life bled ou