The remaining rogues started to break. When their numbers dropped to barely a hundred, panic set in. One by one, they turned tail and ran, howling in fear as they scattered into the darkness.
Heap of dead bodies filled everywhere. The stench of dried blood and hung over the air. Lucien watched the rogues run into the forest till their howls faded into the woods.
Lucien shook his fur and let out a deep, victorious growl that echoed across the territory. His wolf was still buzzing with energy, hungry for more, but the battle was won.
He shifted back to his human form and turned to the other worriors to be sure they had lost no one. "Is everyone fine?" They looked between themselves and nodded.
"Lucien, your father." Someone said from a corner and Luciens blood froze.
He rushed toward the voice and found Warrick on the ground, gravely wounded. A deep gash sliced across his abdomen, the edges already turning black. It looks like one of the rogues had injured him badly.
