Chapter Ninety Two

The rogues all got to their feet and huddled up, covering each other's backs in an attempt to protect each other. The sound of paws striking the ground kept getting louder and louder. "Who could it be?" Kyle asked as he hid behind the others. In a battle, the boy was practically useless. He bore no qualities of a werewolf. Werewolves were usually built, but with the years he'd spent suppressing his werewolf, he was skinny and was rather useless in a fight. All his worth lay in the information in his mind. Katie's weaknesses, likes, dislikes, hobbies and everything that made her who she was. After all, that was the mission that he was sent to take care of.

The footsteps got even louder, "You were right about one thing, Kyle. Demitri wasn't making it back alive."