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Amid the clanking of swords against each other, pain-filled groans, and several muted screams, all six of them turned to glance at the center of the crowd, their hearts thrumming within their chest and their nerves pulsating as they felt it-
A jolt of pain.
A sudden ache.
Their energy suddenly left them and yet the whiplash of the scene in front of them, made them burn with a rage that only added to the play filled with cruelty by no one but the fates;
They watched their leader, their pack alpha, their mate drop to the ground, a wound to his side- a wound made by a certain silver dagger washed in poison and they felt it through the bond-
The pain, the ache, the fear of losing-
The one with the messy purple locks was the first to snap out, turning over and pulling his sword out of the now-dead man that lay at his feet, he plunged it, head first into the one in front of him, his face being splashed with blood- the blood of his enemy as he muttered a grave, 'Mutt'.
Seeing the psychotic smirk that formed on his lips, the others were quick to get back to their senses as well, fully in tune with each other's anger, the wrath that built within them, and the continuous throbbing ache that dulled, its corners catching onto the flame of wrath until-
Until they were reverting with full force, making sure to leave the deepest of impacts and lead to an increase in the horrifying nature of the scene.
One thing echoed in their ears, the voice from their leader who still fought despite the poison thrumming through his veins,
'We do not give up, we kill every piece of scum and we win. We're not weak, and I'll be fine.'
The purple-haired male whistled, his eyes turning a fiery violet, a shade darker than the locks framing his face and curling over his forehead; he was quick to transform into his wolf,
Grey fur with violet eyes, looking majestic- an alpha,
He howled, a deep growl emanating from his jaw seconds later as he tore through his enemy's chests, ripping their head apart from their shoulders, and going ahead to round about and cover their leader who was now fighting several heads first.
A certain red-haired male, who had his fiery locks resembling the deepest flames from hell braided up into a ponytail, twisted and turned in his spot, flashing through the crowd at a speed and delicacy that left the rogues wandering at his speed and strength,
He was quick to slash their throats, appearing seconds later right beside the grey wolf, his aquarius blue eyes meeting with the violet ones, the grey wolf growled in a manner that made the red-haired one roll his eyes in subdued humor and mock,
