Chapter 139 Hundred And Thirty Nine

• RYAN'S POV.
• My hearing picked up the clash of bodies, claws tearing into flesh, and angry growls. This was not a small fight. My pack guards were already in battle, and from the sound of it, the rogues were putting up a fight.
• We came into view of the field. The clearing was lit by the moon, but the real light came from the movement of wolves circling, attacking, snapping their jaws, slamming each other into the ground. Pack guards were holding the line, forming a barrier between the rogues and the people standing behind them.