The black wolf snarled, its powerful jaws clamping forward and into the neck of the first rogue that got too close. With a sickening crunch, it snapped the rogue wolf's neck before flinging its limp body to one side.
Once it was done with the first, it swiped its large claws down, slicing the next rogue's face open. Blood splattered onto the green forest floor, dyeing it red.
One by one, the rogues attacked. But one by one, they fell to the black wolf. They never even stood a chance. It took them down easily, and by the time it was done, only a couple of rogue wolves were left. They stood far away, cautiously watching as their brethren fell to the black wolf's vicious attacks.
I could see the calculating look in their eyes. One of the rogues made eye contact with me, as though deciding if I was worth risking their lives over. Apparently, I wasn't, because in the next second, it turned and left. The others followed him quickly.
