~Ambers POV~
Me and Jackson were talking to two of the border guards, Evan and Clara, checking if there had been any unusual movement or sightings, neither of which had happened.
Stella was starting to become anxious in the back of my mind. I could feel her restlessness. She started growling and baring her teeth, and that's when I smelled it.
"Rogues." I informed the others and all four of us shifted and communicated through the mind link.
'How many?'
Jackson asked.
'At least ten'
I couldn't smell more than ten rogues but the way Stella was growling and dominating told me there were more than ten. And then they came, running in all different directions. How was this possible?
Five rogues came from the direction of the packhouse, five from the north and ten from the south. There were twenty rogues coming from all directions around us. How could we not have smelled them or sensed them at all?
Two brownish-grey ones were coming towards Stella. She quickly bit down the neck of one of them and ripped his artery. She dodged an attack from the second one which Jackson then jumped on. Stella rammed into one of the black rogues that were attacking Clara and took it by the neck, swinging him around causing him to fly into the trunk of a tree.
'Where the fuck is the Alpha?'
Evan yelled through the mind link.
Jackson had two rogues on his flank and one of them managed to bite down on his hind leg. Jackson had a death grip on the other one so I quickly jumped on top of the one having a hold on Jackson, and started clawing at his snout.
Five more rogues came from the north. They were bigger. Two of them were heading towards Evan but were rammed in by the warriors that had finally arrived. Three of them came towards me and Jackson. I bared my teeth and let out a warning growl, but it didn't do shit. One of them charged at us but Stella dodged his attack. However, another one appeared just as quickly and we were thrown into a tree. As we tried to stand up a sharp pain came from my throat and I saw one of the rogues having dug their claws into the back of my neck. Stella whined at the pain before regaining her composure.
She rolled over letting his claws rip through her neck as she got back on her feet, a bit unstable but strong nonetheless.
As Stella was about to charge a loud growl was heard and the rogue in front of us had his jugular ripped clean out.
I saw that my brother decided to join us. One by one, James started forcing their shifts and ripping their heads of, biting their necks or tearing them open. What ten warriors were fighting to accomplish, James did in under five minutes. There was a reason why nobody wanted to be enemies of our pack. James says that it's because our pack is strong and powerful. However, the truth was, our Alpha was strong and powerful, he just never took credit.
Blade took his stance, blood dripping from his muzzle. He lifted his head and his chest was pushed out. His thick, black mane was blowing in the wind and everything about Blade screamed authority and power.
One rogue was still breathing, Blade walked up to him, the rogue shifted into a middle-aged man with a beard and blue eyes, late forties-early fifties.
'Bring him to my office. Damon. Anna, and Evan clean this up'
My brother said in a mind link to everyone present and Alex who had shifted back, knocked the man out and threw him over his shoulder. We started walking back to the packhouse. I, James, and Clara were walking in wolf form.
'Amber, I need to deal with this. Can you keep Avery company?'
'Of course James, I would love to'