Facing a Royal
Victor was glued to the spot by the intense stare of the blue eyes before him. He swallowed under the gaze of the colossal wolf watching him. The rogues beside him were in a similar state.
Breathing felt like hard labour at this point, almost as if breathing too hard would prove offensive to the wolf and yet breathing too little would only bring them closer to death.
'A royal… I've never seen one this big. And we'd been so careful to stay out of their way all this time. How did it come to this?' the man berated himself. In the thrill of his expedition, it hadn't occurred to him that he could end up becoming the reason the rogues were rediscovered.
Despite all the training this trio of rogues had been through while in hiding, nothing had prepared them to face a hulking wolf that rivalled all the royals they'd ever seen.