~AMBROSE'S POV~
"Bring her forward."
A small woman with long black hair pale skin coated in dirt and blood was dragged toward us.
Esmerelda.
Instantly my soldiers erupted and charged forward. A massive war broke out on the narrow path.
My soldiers were trained to be ruthless and merciless. And it showed.
The stronger beta's shifted instantly. Their bones contorting as they shifted midair. Tearing into the weak rogues. Ripping heads from their bodies. Blood coated the floor like a blanket. Flowing like a river. Limps pulled from arms.
These rogues were lead to me like lambs to a slaughter.
What was Micca thinking?
Then He grabbed Esme up by her hair and she cried out. She never cries.
I could feel Odette's rage mirroring my own.
She truly hated seeing a woman harmed by men. It was like someone throwing gas on a forest fire.
I could feel the switch flip in her. And for a moment I was afraid.
She was about to roast Micca.
