The rogue charged forward with bared fangs, but Jasmin crashed into him without hesitation. Barefoot and streaked with crimson, her body caught between human and wolf form, she embodied pure savagery. Her razor-sharp claws sliced through his ribcage like tissue paper, ribs snapping beneath her unbridled wrath. She gave herself no moment to pause. When the next attacker approached, she pivoted smoothly, her bare heel connecting with his jawbone in a sickening crack before she dove forward, her canines piercing deep into his windpipe.
The she-wolves surged behind her, no longer cowering victims but incarnations of brutal vengeance.
They attacked without mercy, shredding the rogues with raw hatred. Their growls reverberated through the stone corridors, no longer sounds of terror but promises of retribution.
The rogues stumbled backward in confusion.
This defied everything they understood. She-wolves were meant to submit, to plead, to weep, to grovel at their feet.
