78 You Have To Go!

With a deafening roar, Lazarus came out and before any shifter could even react, he had already decapitated one who was near him. Others got up, screaming at him, unsheathing their swords. They charged at him but he traced behind one of them and snapped his head. He was about to kill the third one when he shifted into his wolf. But Lazarus was faster. He grabbed the wolf by its snout and slammed it on the ground, breaking his skull. The last one was so terrified by this sudden attack that he began to run, but Lazarus traced in front of him. His hand went to his throat and he squeezed it tight, lifting the rogue up in the air. He bared his fangs and his eyes glimmered redder. "How dare you take my mate?" he snarled.